10-11-2006, 04:55 PM
Just an old poem of mine I edited slightly to fit the world of Oblivion. I'm thinking perhaps it could be written in Skyrim or Daggerfell. Either that, or it could be a book that starts to appear in the world after the completion of the main quest. Enjoy
The editor isn't co-operating. The poem is supposed to be a series of rhyming couplets, each set of which is concluded by a single, non-rhyming line.
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You who observe the burning hells,
The last ringing of Tamriel?s eternal bell, The gate to whence such evil untold, Will issue forth, to shape and mould, In infernal light, your world destroyed, The demons home, the nothingness void, But, kind pilgrim, if I may ask, What strange occurrence, causes you to pass? Not well traveled is this path, nor Well liked, it is feared for, The same reason I now stand, Before your face, and now command, A simple request is all I wish, And your response, you must list, Why are you here? Dear, kind sir, do not test, A traveller, I am, no more, no less, But a request is yours, and thus I must honour, The reason I am here, hell-bound horror, Is the opposite yours, for you must protect, This infernal gate, were it wrecked, Your soul would rend, your mind would shatter, But to me, a human, that is no matter. A simple request is all I ask, And you must honour this simple task, Stand aside, foul beast, allow, This oblivion gate to perish now! You shall not stop me! Foolish your words,Have you not heard? I am not living, and so that blade, Will not harm, but be thrice repaid, Leave now, churl, there is still time, Before I slay you, your soul be mine, One more ounce to the infernal gate, And soon, the bonds upon it break, And into your world pours evil untold, To issue forth, to shape and mould, Your mortal world, and then unravel, Each fibre of your reality, your useless rabble, Stand down, young knave,Your blade can?t harm, Your presence here is of no alarm,
Leave before I decide to add your soul to my repertoire.
My poor friend, you don?t understand, I have no mere blade in hand, Designed it was by Akatoshs? will, Before it your infernal power?s nil, I ask once more, stand down, fall back,Or your body this blade shall tear and wrack! This gate will fall! Go ahead, attack me, It shan?t stop me, no,Back to Oblivion my soul shall flow Lord Dagon?s coming will be as foretold Though you may halt me, others will go The Mythic Dawn, they serve us well, The mortal servants of immortal hell So go ahead, kill me, I?ll live again And in short order your life shall end Go ahead, kill me,it will be in vain The gates will open, releasing pain My Lord Dagon is coming soon If you try to stop him, You are a fool. Lord Dagon, he is coming forthwith To retake what is rightfully his. Your world shall be ours once more.
The editor isn't co-operating. The poem is supposed to be a series of rhyming couplets, each set of which is concluded by a single, non-rhyming line.
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You who observe the burning hells,
The last ringing of Tamriel?s eternal bell, The gate to whence such evil untold, Will issue forth, to shape and mould, In infernal light, your world destroyed, The demons home, the nothingness void, But, kind pilgrim, if I may ask, What strange occurrence, causes you to pass? Not well traveled is this path, nor Well liked, it is feared for, The same reason I now stand, Before your face, and now command, A simple request is all I wish, And your response, you must list, Why are you here? Dear, kind sir, do not test, A traveller, I am, no more, no less, But a request is yours, and thus I must honour, The reason I am here, hell-bound horror, Is the opposite yours, for you must protect, This infernal gate, were it wrecked, Your soul would rend, your mind would shatter, But to me, a human, that is no matter. A simple request is all I ask, And you must honour this simple task, Stand aside, foul beast, allow, This oblivion gate to perish now! You shall not stop me! Foolish your words,Have you not heard? I am not living, and so that blade, Will not harm, but be thrice repaid, Leave now, churl, there is still time, Before I slay you, your soul be mine, One more ounce to the infernal gate, And soon, the bonds upon it break, And into your world pours evil untold, To issue forth, to shape and mould, Your mortal world, and then unravel, Each fibre of your reality, your useless rabble, Stand down, young knave,Your blade can?t harm, Your presence here is of no alarm,
Leave before I decide to add your soul to my repertoire.
My poor friend, you don?t understand, I have no mere blade in hand, Designed it was by Akatoshs? will, Before it your infernal power?s nil, I ask once more, stand down, fall back,Or your body this blade shall tear and wrack! This gate will fall! Go ahead, attack me, It shan?t stop me, no,Back to Oblivion my soul shall flow Lord Dagon?s coming will be as foretold Though you may halt me, others will go The Mythic Dawn, they serve us well, The mortal servants of immortal hell So go ahead, kill me, I?ll live again And in short order your life shall end Go ahead, kill me,it will be in vain The gates will open, releasing pain My Lord Dagon is coming soon If you try to stop him, You are a fool. Lord Dagon, he is coming forthwith To retake what is rightfully his. Your world shall be ours once more.
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