Hey there good people! Here's a poem of sorts that's been stuck in my head for a few weeks now. I haven't been playing Skyrim for long compared to most others, but I figured that I should write my first poem about it. Remember to review, and the story is told form the perspective of the Dragonborn who had been trained at the Bard's College as a side hobby of sorts from adventuring.

Here is the Warrior,

Standing tall in discipline.

Long periods of training

Short periods of action

You knew the drill

You memorized the oaths

You've seen the horrors

And mostly

You don't belong to yourself anymore

Here is the Soldier

Fighting another man's battles..

Here is the Warrior,

Whole and Hearty!

Tomorrow is guaranteed

For absolutely no one

Take no day for granted

For when Sovengarde beckons

We all must die

A band of brothers

Always at your side

Here is the Warrior

Conquering day by day!

Here is the Soldier,

Making Calculations...

There was a method in the madness

A burden by the chains of commanding

A game of thrones that we play

A story to tell a certain way

A little white lie, so they say

Some just laugh

Shrug and walk.

Here is the Soldier

Playing the grandest of games!

There goes a Warrior,

Enjoying The Hunt!

In this life,

There was no time for politicking,

No time for false kings.

You carry on for them,

For your fallen brethren,

For the worship of Talos,

For you.

There goes the Warrior

With Valor and Glory at their side!

There goes the Soldier,

Marching with their head held high!

You've voiced your Way to the masses,

Have assessed the Ground of your battles,

Determined the Atmosphere of your troops,

Been made a General to represent your cause,

Embodied the Law that upheld the order.

You are a soldier

Serving with determination

Your country, right or wrong.

There goes the Soldier,

Pragmatism and honor at its finest!

Here lies the Warrior,

In the days of the Distant Green Summers.

Wounded and torn,

But spirit completely unfettered,

You smile one final time,

For The Age of Oppression

Is forever gone

The faces of your brothers-in-arms

Forever etched into your memory

There was once a Warrior,

A Hero who evolved into a Legend...

There was a Soldier,

Their story still untold...

Lands have been reunified

Enemies slain and comrades devastated.

One last smile, one final time,

For The Age of Aggression,

Was forever done.

A contest of blood and steel

On the vast lands of Skyrim.

Gods be with the Soldier,

Making their own road to Hell..