Coinneach
Knight
Registration Date: 31.01.2007
Posts: 71
Location: Alba
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For now I tell of ancient times
When Falmer walked the land.
When noble heroes stood their ground,
And smote mer with iron hand.
Twas in the North in Skyrim
That our Tale it doth begin.
In Dunshrolf hillfort of the Great
And its garrison therein.
With icy winter's solid grasp
Wrapped round the noble hill.
Did Falmer arrive to conquer
Her garrison that feared no ill.
Siege Engines and fire spells
Did mer throw at her walls.
Yet stood on her great battlements,
Stood Mighty Erkenshall.
Come thee he roared at mer horde
Come thee and die here now
For with axe and sword in his own grip
He defended her gate as was his vow.
For three long years the battle raged
And many Nords did fall
The mer could not take them
As long as did stand Mighty Erkenshall.
And at long last the battle ceased
Yet this was no divine peace
Falmer Lords now challenged him
To fight for Dunshrolf's release.
Twas a great and terrible devil mer
That met him on the plain.
His icy mace and cruel face
A mighty match for any Mer-bane.
Yet Erkenshall heeded the challenge
And picked up his trusty blade
And he fought the twisted Merlord
For three days he fought his crusade.
Yet after toil and bloody fists
The mer he did secede
Cast down were his elven arms and bow
Erkenshall's victory it was indeed.
He took his head and impaled it
On an iron spear with hate
And ever will it stand over
Dunshrolf's mighty Gate
The siege of that fort was bloody
And no quarter was ever let
Yet Mighty Erkenshall's heroic battle
Dunshrolf Shall never forget.
A bit rubbishy and messy rhymes, but I was bored 
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