Author's Note: After a long period of drifting across forums and such, I have finally decided to – shall we say- give back to the community. While I in no way attest to the prowess possessed by this work, I trust that it shall suffice as a tribute of sorts. Enjoy this work set in the Elder Scrolls world- which I clearly do not own, else I would not be on, would I?

I contemplated making a note of what this work is precisely supposed to be about (Skyrim, obviously!), but I decided that thou should know what exactly it is by the time you have finished reading. That's the fun, isn't it? Trying to decipher what is going on?

Snows of Scarlet Hue: A Poem

Part I:

Within, the Cloaks of Storm did hear

That which proved to be the instrument of their fear

Outside, Cloth Dragons did laugh

As their wooden wyrm did carve a path

Primeval gates shuddered at the blow

Only to open at last…the herald of the scarlet snow

Part II:

Crimson and Azure did battle

As the new generation was felled like cattle

Arrows whispered their final lament

As towards young men they made their final descent

Great, howling storms of swords clashed

While flesh it was they lashed

At sunset, rock flied across the orange sky

As destructive above, as below were the magi

Part III

Far away stood generals, none with empathy

Yet filled with enough apathy

To send waves of boys in search of costly glory

To trek through remains far too gory

To tell whom was once a friend

Before meeting their forlorn end

Part IV:

Outside, the wounded cried, "Why have thou forsaken me, Divines?"

While priests of times lost chide, "Is it not Sovngarde at which thou wished to dine?"

Locked away, a feral bear stood guard

Over another bear- this one of stone- an inspiration for many a bard

A victim to tragedy and threnody

As he sought to be a remedy

To the nation of which he hailed

Only- as he realized- to have finally failed

There they wait

For the one who shall release them of this fate-

To forever hold blame

For all of the souls whom they have given to the flames

Part V:

By dawn, it is over

With the Cloth Dragon acting as a lowly drover

To the broken survivors

As well as the priests and revivers

Of the revered Hero God-

Who shall never again be awed

The twin bears lie fallen, comrades in death

Who fought a mighty wyrm until their final breath

In the midst of the carnage, stands one man

One who merely watched as the blood ran

One who is indeed a Dragon true

And, likewise, is a value

To the Empire for which he went forth

Dovahkiin, Ysmir, the Dragon of the North,

Whose breath is long winter

And is such a man that carnage follows hinter

Final Tribulation:

To those who knew his Thu'um,

As ahead of foghorns it did boom

He is no hero,

But a bane to men,

And a champion to crows,

And whose only lament was, "Once Jarls fall and rebellions are crushed, what then?"

Closing Notes: And there you have it. Here, you have my very first contribution to this site. Please, do not hold back on the criticism. Be as terribly critical as you can be! Criticize me for my shoddy poetry skills! Make me squirm beneath the weight of the scrutiny! Ah, but also do me a favor, will thou? Please, be a lad/lass and check something out for a friend of mine. Kalathon the Comical's forum, "The Adventure Has Only Begun," is in need of some new members. If thou wishes to RP in an endless story filled with great writers, do give it a look. Ooh, and look me up to on there! We can share a strawberry tart! Ta ta!