Execution: A Skyrim Poem

Trundling inside a cart

The world fades into sight

The sun is glaring in my eyes

So blinding is the light

I look around, my head still aches

From what, I can't recall

I try to rub the pain away

But cannot move at all

I am about to speak aloud

When then I hear a voice

It comes from straight across from me

The man sounds rather hoarse

"Hey you're finally awake?"

Who is this man I see

Why can't I remember

What has occurred to me?

The man was saying something,

An 'ambush' or some such.

Was I captured as a criminal?

I guess they thought as much.

Another voice arose just then

Coming from a thief

About a horse and Hammerfell.

This was all beyond belief.

Where was I now? What could I do?

Why was I locked up?

The men continue arguing

The driver says "shut up!"

The man says to the wondering thief

"That is the true High King!"

The thief is startled, even scared

"Us, where are they taking?"

The man replies he does not know

But Sovngarde awaits.

And though I know not what that is

We're already at some gates

The town unfolds before us

The people warily gaze

The man says that he knows this place

From back in younger days

The carts come crashing to a stop

We all start to get out

We form a line as names are called

One by one, they shout

The thief could sit still no more

And so he tries to run

They shoot him down in seconds

Well, that option is gone

They call all of the names but mine

They call me to end the row

They ask me who I am and thus

I tell them all I know

I'm not listed? Am I free?

No, the captain shakes her head.

Regardless of the mix up,

They want to see me dead!

The General mocks the High King

And a noise then fills my ear

It sound so odd, familiar

I feel it drawing near

I stand there in the chopping line

The rites are cut off fast

The man who interrupted

Soon has breathed his last

His head removed, they move along

Next is my turn to die

I am not really worried

Although I don't know why

There is a tension in the air

The cause is drawing near

The ax-man raises up his blade

When suddenly we hear

"What in Oblivion is that?"

And I know the fight's begun

With a crash the tower shakes

And someone screams "DRAGON!"