UnknownNom Oct 13, 2013 @ 8:08pm
Skyrim Poetry
Of all the dragons which breath flames and despair I hold no fears.

Of each Deadric Lord, To Whom Have Influinced all which is and will be, I look towards laughing at their influenced terror.

Of the 8 or 9 Divines who blessed us all, I couldn't lift my beer.

There is only one entity in all of Skyrim to which I fear.

No Arrow Peirces my vision such as The Dreaded Curser.

No Swords destroy my plans as fast as the Banefull Curser.

Thus with a tail pointing to the right, and the head that fills me with fright.

I swear that Curser will pay for all these plights.

As soon as I figure out to how it is I am to defeat it's dreaded might.

Date Posted: Oct 13, 2013 @ 8:08pm
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