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.