He Was The First
A poem about Miraak
Rumors told of truths most vile
Off on Solstheim's arctic isle
That the most recent Hero's not the one
Who's strongest of the Dragon Tongue
They say that Miraak was the first
To be born with a draconic thirst
For power and glory in endless war
That he had done it all before
And still displeased with all his gains
He sold his soul to Daedric claims
And served Hermaeus in his day
Until he at last was sealed away.
But in his darkness, never sundered
Back to Soltheim he was creeping
Claiming minds and bringing under
All of those he caught while sleeping
His power now was fast returning
The land he claimed would soon be burning
So at the Skaal's most desperate urging
Dovahkiin began a purging
But to stop the monster's claim
The Dovahkiin must play the game
And walk a path too much the same
To battle Miraak flame to flame
Finally atop the murk
Where Seekers seek and Lurkers lurk
Amidst secrets from ancient past
The First Dragonborn shall face the Last
At the apex of Apocrypha
As time and space shall quake with awe
As Miraak breathes his final breath
His final words shall haunt his death
"For all the power they've afforded
Thus may my foe be so rewarded"