Disclaimer: Don't own Morrowind. Don't claim to.
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His name I shall never know
His soul has been given up to the wind
His eyes stare sightless now
His sight sees only the wind
His face is marked with two red wings
The Blood Hawk, released to the wind
Here I sit,
Crimson sword across my knees
As the wind rips around me
Fresh red drops fall from my blade
Bright red petals in the snow
I stink of Death
Of a life taken
Of a spirit stripped away from fragile flesh
A spreading field of roses on the snow mountaintop.
Kyne, come and snatch my heart away
And breathe cruel frost upon it
I sit here lonely on the mountain.
