Disclaimer: Morrowind isn't mine.
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To my blue-violet lady of twilight
Who unveils me before her eyes
And makes my mysteries her rainment:
I fall broken before you.
You collect the pieces,
Sparkling like shattered glass
Nestled in the folds of your gown.
You exult in my brokenness.
Now I stand at understanding--
You are my mistress,
Master of the dusk and dawn,
You thread all the colors through your fingers
And dance on the horizon.
St. Nerevar's avenger--
Your anger dark
Shadowed an entire people.
I am splintered.
You are the Queen of Splinters,
Lording over the threshold of everything.