The flames leap high, licking the sky
With tongues of scorching red.
Where bodies lie, the living hide
From joining countless dead.
The evil horde swift forth had poured
A gate to Hell wide thrown.
With blades and bows they scattered souls
Into death’s great unknown.
A hero came, saw land aflame
And rose to meet the need.
He sealed the gate, and turned back fate,
In truest mortal creed.
Through town he went, his will all bent
On breaking shadows’ grip.
The murd’ring foe then death did know
As arrows he let slip.
He reached the church, whose toppled lurch
Had blocked the way ahead.
A priest he sought, whose kinship wrought
A darker fate instead.
This priest bore he to a priory
And found the prior slain.
The demons’ slaves, regicides, knaves,
Had come to strike again.
One man they spared, a knight grey-haired
Who knew a safer way,
With lightened load, they took the road
At light’s first glow of day.
The land’s heir spared, his people scared,
He sent the hero on.
A sudden blight, these gates of night,
Portended blackened dawn.
Many hordes the hero gored,
His name is all that escaped fame,
Tis lost to history.
Hear, ye throng, the ancient song
Of this land’s savior bold.
May many lives of mankind fly
Ere this tale may grow old.
This poem is inspired by a video game (gasp!) called The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion. The first parts of the main questline are entailed here.