You stand at the entrance,
Of the chilling dark cave,
You have to go in,
You have to be brave,
Searching for something,
That was taken from you,
You would have to leave home,
This you knew,
Not a sword, not a shield;
Something much more valuable,
Something irreplaceable,
And very fragile;
You've lost your self-esteem,
Your honor and pride,
It was stolen from you,
Skinned clean from your hide,
After they came,
After you fought,
They had beaten you,
Worse than you thought,
You stood no chance,
And nearly died,
You wish they had killed you,
Or wish they had tried,
You stand up now,
But without self-worth,
Still wounded and hurt,
You've lost all mirth,
You can still clearly remember,
When they all suddenly came,
They stripped you of your dignity,
You're left with nothing but shame,
You're injured and enraged,
You feel nothing but hate,
You now want revenge,
Feeling extremely irate,
You stand at the entrance,
And take a step in,
The darkness surrounds you,
The air is cut thin,
You can't see anything,
There's no light anywhere,
The cave is discomforting,
Full of death and despair,
You can see in the dark though,
You're both a thief and a spy,
Able to see what others can't,
Using your precious night-eye,
The light is revived,
You can see into the distance,
You're strong and courageous,
And full of persistence,
Proceeding into the dark,
You continue on the path,
Ready to avenge yourself,
To make them feel your wrath,
Your tail sways,
And your ears twitch,
You are able to see,
Every hole, pit and ditch,
You listen for sounds,
As you continue to sneak,
You hear every noise;
Every footstep and creak,
You know they're nearby,
You can hear every breath,
And you know that soon,
They will meet their death,
You won't stop until they're dead,
Until their crimes have ceased,
Such a vicious creature,
Nothing more than a beast,
You don't know the meaning,
Of the word "defeat"
You're a brutal killer;
You are a khajiit
Author's Note
Another poem I wrote years ago so it's not reaching its full potential. I may someday go back and edit all my old poems to make them better, who knows. Stanzas are all supposed to be 4 lines each (still can't figure out the spacing on this site)