![]() ![]() After all, the preferred sort of lewdity In these parts is far more pernicious. It isn't terribly ingenious calling it prudery Observing the Dark Elf aversion to nudity. ![]() Where your once steely reserve is now merely tinned, You'll find it all in Morrowind.īut, pray, do not confuse Dunmer variety With that found in tepid Western society Compared to which, it nearly is piety. For the most of madness, not the least, The wise debaucher heads out east. It's an invention of bards That Bretons and Redguards Have more than some staid fun And suffer deviant fornication. Whatever your odd needs: feathered, scaled, or finned, You'll find it all in Morrowind If you are the type who is more a sinner than a sinned, You'll find it all in Morrowind.īut the truth, my child, Is that nothing more wild Than an ordinary fashion Kind of slightly mad passion Can be detected if at all In Sentinel and Daggerfall. Ladies singing high notes, men singing lows, Implying that the most luscious depravity And complete absence of serious gravity Can only be found in the waterous cavity Of Iliac Bay. They say The Iliac Bay Is the place to barrel around Without a bit of apparel on, As advertised in that carol song A tune that's sung as the west wind blows About it lovely not wearing any clothes. Yes sir, it's lovely not wear any clothes!" Oh, it's lovely to abandon all your cares and fears and woes Oh, it's lovely to give your love a single perfect rose Oh, it's lovely to give your lady a kiss upon her nose While the Baron likes the little boys and girls. It's lovelier still to do the same not wearing any clothes. Oh, it's lovely to sit in a field, harvested into rows I don't mean to forebode, but this little ode, Is a lesson you best heed.Įyes of polished amber, hair swept like a comet's tail Soul alight with love and joy under pregnant golden sails My star-eyed bride of Alinor Lost in storm and spray My star-eyed bride of Alinor That cruel fate took away White swan feathers fluttered from her ivory bridal gown And unsung vows slipped from her lips, eager to be found My star-eyed bride of Alinor Gone beneath the waves My star-eyed bride of Alinor The sea became her grave The clouds they gathered overhead, ripping sail from mast The hull creaked like a coffin's hinge as the captain yelled 'hold fast!' My star-eyed bride of Alinor She never made it home My star-eyed bride of Alinor Drowned in brine and foam Lightning crashed upon the sea, wind howled with the swells I strained to reach her glistening hand, but into the depths she fell Upon the beach I wander still, to gaze out at the sea Hoping to see her shining face smiling back at me My star-eyed bride of Alinor Whose last words were my name My star-eyed bride of Alinor I still weep from the shame My star-eyed bride of Alinor Lost in storm and spray My star-eyed bride of Alinor That cruel fate took away That cruel fate took away. Trinimac didn't know, with his final blow, Just how badly he'd been caught. For when Men bound, to the Doom Drum's sound, You'll learn what the Corpse-God wrought. It's tempting to jest, about this simple pest, That's until you've seen their plundering. Their lives may be short, and lacking import, But keep an eye to their blundering. What took root in this land, were seeds called Man, That sprung up like fungus from grime. It was a hell of a mess, but I digress, My story's about the swine. They hit with a thud, and gave birth to the mud, Making up this mortal sty. The Sundering, if you were wondering, When the heavens dropped out of the sky. This unsightly staph, was a trickster's last laugh, Long after his battle was fought. Now, our story unfolds, upon a pitiful mold, T'was made to thrive on rot. ![]() I don't mean to forebode, but this little ode, Is a lesson you best heed. Listen 'round, I've a warning to sound, About an overgrown weed. ![]()
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