Hamartia
lying now, cold as broken
bones
he walked the halls of
forbidden tomes
like he walked upon a
tightrope
and he wanted to tear her
apart
and she wanted to tear him
open
but still she finds him cold
cold-blooded in a corner of oblivion
and she wonders why
he never told her his eyes
glow golden
she watches his tightrope tremble
snap
and he tells her slowly
that he thinks he is cursed
that the ocean of regret in his lungs
is no match for the blazing
power-lust
tangled in his ribcage
and he holds his breath
to not let the smoke escape
as if the fire
is really just in his chest
and he tells her his eyes are molten
because his body does not like the falling sands of time
the changing leaves
she thinks his eyes are golden
because the smoke blurs his vision
and the world he set on fire is still ashes
swirling in the pit of his stomach
and she wants to tear him
apart
and he wants to tear himself
open
and let the wildfire come crawling out
of his veins and onto
golden skin
a burning vastation
but the Daedra rages
snaps away the last grasp
at a fate of his choosing
and her grey eyes darken
forgive him
Bormahu
he had sinned
and she is his first and final
confession
AN: Another instalment of vecordias' bad poetry series. Takes place after the summit of Apocrypha battle. I know his eyes are black in-game, but I have a questionable headcanon that they're gold, like his mask, which will be explained in WTTS soon. And no, unfortunately Miraak did not run away to join the circus - tightrope is just a woeful metaphor for his delusions. :(