AZURA'S COAST
For those who seek their fortunes' growth beyond kings' treasuries,
Adventure bids you journey east where ash meets sand and sea,
A land of lonely shores and shoals where comfort finds no home,
Where ships and shoes alike trespass where fools shouldn't roam.
So heed Creation's warnings lest you join the growing ranks
Of those lost to dishonest tides and untrustworthy banks,
For here, you walk in solitude few parts elsewhere could boast.
Here, you walk in salt and silt along Azura's Coast.
*Where dawn and dusk turn ever 'round above Nirn's churning seas,
And ancient swathes of scathed earth languish on in saline breeze,
The favor of the Queen of Dawn and Dusk fates all the host
Whose missions lead through tribulations lonelier than most
On Azura's Coast.*
Here, where dwindling faithful still remember vagaries
Of a scorned queen's ageless rage deep as the ocean's memories,
Here, where timeless melodies of lashing winds and waves
Rapped upon retreating shorelines eulogize her better days,
Wisdom sought within the halls of those who dwelt below
Harbors flaws still unadmitted and unproven they now go,
So measure thirst for knowledge well against what it most mourns
Lest the search waylay thy soul through astral brambles' crimson thorns.
*Where dawn and dusk turn ever 'round above Nirn's churning seas,
And ancient swathes of scathed earth languish on in saline breeze,
Those who covet legends folks round sheltered tables toast
Must walk a razor's edge between aloof and too engrossed
On Azura's Coast.*
For what mortal spawn can hope to contrive
Some comprehension of gods' broken hearts?
What erudite scholar can claim while alive
To fathom those truths only dying imparts?
Is it not just the province of those mostly blind
To lead those with no sight at all by dim visions,
Which more so than not garners hardship defined
By those they betrayed via well earned afflictions?
The shadow of the moon casts its cloak so far and wide.
What secrets might its shade tempt forth from where their hollows hide?
*Oh, where dawn and dusk turn ever 'round above Nirn's churning seas,
And ancient swathes of scathed earth languish on in saline breeze,
Only through the palls long haunted by the restless ghosts
Of troubled pasts can pilgrims true steer by fate's signposts,
No soul its own provost,
On Azura's Coast.*