DISCLAIMER - I sadly do not own Umbra nor The Elder Scrolls.
Ravenous hunger follows her,
Bloodstained footprints in her wake.
Ebon blade, clutched in hand,
Fly swift or life and soul, now hers to take.
Girl she was, now crimson-soaked shadow,
Butcher trapped in ebony plate.
Once being rich with love and joy,
Now nothing remains but hunger and hate.
In forbidden tombs, treasure she sought to find,
A dream of hers, mighty warrior of fame.
But curse befalls wielder of sword of shade,
Now blade and her are one and same.
Soul now gone, only flesh remains,
And endless march, a terrible fate.
Countless victims, a gruesome legacy,
Broken vessel, forged only to devastate.
So, heed this tale and listen well,
Or else it would be a last mistake.
Beware the wanderer of midnight blade,
For Umbra hungers, and your soul's, Umbra's to take.
I hope you enjoyed my little poem. I'm messing around with different styles at the moment. Thank you for your time.
-TheDarkestNight33