Before I Took an Arrow to the Knee
From the Sea of Ghosts
with waters of black daggers
To the Throat of the World
looking down on us all
These are the mountain
whom I call home
Skyrim training my body
My mind, My blade
Prepared for the forests
Filled with treasures ahead
I set off on adventure
Seeking fortune, seeking fame
I trudged on through
sheer cliffs of glass
Ignorant of the danger
stalking me from above
In a flash my hopes
vanished like lightning
Adventure no more
from an arrow to the knee
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