A new entry should be up tomorrow. I have been busy helping Jim with the first draft of RoT.

Here are some new compositions to keep you amused. Let me know what songs you like, don’t like.

Song Of The Askelde Men.

This song is in ESO. The in-game composers are Artheneum Monks at Old Anthel. The lyrics have not been altered but I played around with the instruments and arrangement.

Askelde Men are Nord warriors who smear the ashes of their fallen comrades on their bodies. They believe Wulfharth will then aid them in battle.

• Fifty Nights from home I last awoke
• upon a sky-flung cliff in Hjaalmarch Hold
• Though my flesh had died and gone to ground
• My Vision went on, from body unbound
• Winking there in the vale whence I came
• This dead man’s eyes saw pale flame
• Where men the same who took life away
• Sung high their battle-glory and praise
• Wafting went I, a shade or a wight
• Through stoic pines, pitched ink of night
• Ere I came upon the pyre-burning throng
• I heard carried on wind’s wing their song

• “Sing high and clear, bandsmen born of sky
• Let Sovngarde hear and join our cry
• These honoured dead shed blood upon the fen
• Ending Orc and Elf and traitor men.
• Your spirit went unto and filled their heart
• You sped them to glory, Hail Spirit Wulfharth”

• Then oil from urns fed greedy flames
• burning what few my legion and I slayed
• Wordlessly they chanted then until dawn
• Every flake of ash gathered ere they marched on
• Swept along unseen, so too went I
• Meekly haunting these Children of the Sky
• Tireless they went, over hearth and hill
• Exhaustion seemed only to spur them still
• Unflagging they went, a whorl of rage
• Soon finding our camp, bloated with prey
• My dead heart ached for I knew men within
• Doomed, never knowing how close was their end
• Again, the Nord chests swelled up in refrain
• I screamed unheard. I wept with horror plain

• “Hear us, our ancestor, Ash King, Ysmir
• Honor this warband as we to glory repair
• Those dead to whom you spoke and heard
• We bear them upon us, Your valour conferred”

• And so it was, to the man each was smeared
• With ash of a Brother’s bone, blood, and beard
• These ashen brutes, the Askelde Men
• Set to a gruesome task, each bowstring bent
• I bellowed then, a cry of desperate rage
• A futile howl among those men, an empty page
• Yet one elder turned and unblinking, stared
• into the vapor-soul of me, his nostrils flared
• He bellowed ancient words, his beard aflame
• And my vision fell away, Peace at last came

A Nereid Stole My Husband.

This is a cautionary tale sung in ESO. I have rewritten every line. Although the story is the same, I think my version a bit more in-depth and light-hearted.

• We wandered where the tide had curled
• No words needed in that quiet world
• Shells and stones, and sky like glass
• But peace like that is not meant to last

• She sang. Oh gods! That voice! That call!
• Like waves that rise and slowly fall
• He dropped the basket, eyes gone wide
• And ran like love was on the tide

• I warned him quick, “A Nereid’s near!”
• But love was louder than my fear
• He stumbled, tumbled, lost one shoe
• And kept on going. What could I do?

• She shimmered with a siren’s grace
• No pity shown or soul in place
• But when she saw the man she’d caught
• She paused, then sighed, and laughed a lot

• She rolled her eyes, that sea-born queen
• “I meant to lure some lithe marine.
• Not this rotund beast with sunburned skin
• Here, madam, take him back again.”

• A Nereid stole my love away
• Then gave him back without delay
• I nearly wept with strange delight
• To lose him briefly felt so right

• She dived into the waves once more
• While he just stared upon the shore
• And though he hums a tuneless hymn
• I’m stuck again, at home with him

• A sea-swept spell, a moment brief
• That nearly brought me odd relief
• But fate’s a jester, cruel and sly
• It lets him stay, and makes me cry

• A Nereid stole my spouse away
• And saw no reason he should stay
• She swam, she laughed, then went away
• And left me suffering, day to day

• Now he recites strange ocean rhymes
• And smells of seaweed all the time
• He flops on the floor like a landed fish
• Wriggling worms are his favourite dish
• But still he’s mine, or so I’m told
• A castoff from the ocean cold
• The gods may mock, the sea may jest
• Yet here he is, my half-loved pest

Across The Niben Bar.

Another song from ESO. It tells of sailors working Niben Bar and Gold Coast.

• From Cyrodiil to Topal Bay
• The Niben’s back is wide
• Good ships along Leyawiin-quay
• Await the morning tide.

• In Aleswell we took on ore
• At Weye, Colovian red
• Timber, we shipped in Bravil-port
• Then sailed for Blackwood Head.

• One, two! One, two! Cast far, cast true!
• Hey leadsman, call your mark!
• Shoal-water lurks in foggy murk
• Across the Niben Bar!

• In Torval we bought sugar cane
• In Southpoint furs and dyes
• Then sold it all at Daggerfall
• And drank in Stros M’Kai!

• The Gold Coast has silk and wine
• We turn for home again
• In Leyawiin-town my sweetheart pines
• To see her sailing-man!

• One, two! One, two! Cast far, cast true!
• Hey leadsman, call your mark!
• For Nereids dwell beneath the swells
• Across the Niben Bar!

• One, two! One, two! Cast far, cast true!
• Hey leadsman, call your mark!
• For sailors roam upon the foam
• Across the Niben Bar!

I Remain.

I wrote this song as I wanted to express the grief and loss some people experience.

• Lost, my love, you are to me.
• No more toasts beneath the tree.
• You walk Aetherius these days
• While I find my way.

• Sing, my love, so far from me.
• Let us share sweet harmonies.
• Mind not the distance between our planes
• May music ease my pain.

• Mara knows my love for you
• Is boundless, patient, ever true.
• May time soften my despair
• Leaving me naught but care.

• Each night I dream that you are here,
• Sharing laughs and kissing tears.
• The cruellest cut is when I wake,
• Your absence fills my heart with ache.

• Mara knows my love for you
• Is boundless, patient, ever true.
• May time soften my despair
• Leaving me naught but care.

• Mara, guide my voice through stars,
• To where my love now dwells afar.
• Let every note be balm and thread,
• A song to reach the love not dead.

• Mara knows my love for you
• Is boundless, patient, ever true.
• Though time may soften my despair
• It leaves me still with care.

• You walk Aetherius… and I remain.

Thalmor Shame

I wrote this song about Ragnar and The Sons of Talos rescuing the Redguard civilians.

• The sun was blocked by arrows, boats were set aflame,
• The banks of Brema River echoed with Thalmor shame.
• Unarmed people tried to flee, children in their arms,
• Dominion blades fell swift and cruel, inflicting fear and harm.

• The Fifth Army was lost, its banners torn and burned,
• Hope was but a whisper, but the last troops never turned.
• They never turned…
• The last soldiers fought valiantly, against the deadly tide,
• From over a hill the blaring of horns, and berserkers in full stride.

• Enemies cried in fear when a shield wall appeared.
• Ragnar came with two golden horns and six thousand men.
• A cry of blood, a cry of steel, anger’s fury loosed,
• The Sons of Talos slaughtered Thalmor, like wolves upon the roost.

• No mercy shown, no quarter asked, as the butchers were set upon.
• Nord and Redguard fought together, beneath a blazing sun.
• The innocent cried with joy, knowing they were not alone,
• Thanks to Ragnar and The Sons of Talos, many could go home.
• They could go home…

• Ragnar was no noble lord, no knight of courtly grace,
• But justice rode upon his blade, and compassion lit his face.
• A hero born not of the crown, but of the people’s cries,
• Who arrived when all seemed lost beneath Hammerfell skies.

• So, raise a mug in tavern halls, let voices proudly soar,
• To Ragnar and The Sons of Talos, whom history holds in awe.
• Many thousands did they save that day, on Brema River’s bank.
• Alas, betrayal and execution were this hero’s only thanks.

Sepharve.

An extended version of Sepharve (Lament for Empress Kintyra II) as sung by Bretons during Broken Diamonds every 23rd of Frostfall. This version includes the original lyrics and additional verses added by me.

I have left the Suno formatting in so you can see how I arrange the music. Other tags are used in the Style section of the program to give an overall feel for the song.

• [Intro, Combined Male and Female Choir, Fingerpicked Lute, Whispered Winds] 
• Souls of our fathers, suffer deeply 
• Souls of our fathers, cry through the night 

• [Verse 1, Female Choir, Melancholy, Sparse Instrumentation] 
• You led us down to the darkened valley 
• Where hope burns dim and wrong feels right 
• Winds of the ages, whisper sorrow 
• Winds of the ages, carry our shame 

• [Verse 2, Male Choir, Bowed Psaltery Layers Begin] 
• Our hearts were full but our eyes were hollow 
• And still we played the losing game 
• Our souls, puffed up with empty pleasure 
• Let evil sow and silence grow 

• [Verse 3, Female Choir] 
• We turned from truth, we gave up measure 
• And let the poison freely flow 
• She stood alone, the last true sovereign 
• Kintyra the Just, our guiding star 

• [Pre-Chorus, Combined Male and Female Choir, Harmonic Surprise] 
• But none would rise when traitors circled 
• We watched them tear her soul apart 

• [Chorus, Combined Male and Female Choir, Full Instrumentation Swells Then Falls] 
• Cry, oh cry, you hills and rivers 
• Cry, oh cry, you stones and trees 
• We left her voice to die in silence 
• We bowed to cowards on our knees 

• [Verse 4, Male Choir, Fingerstyle Guitar Returns, Reduced Harmony] 
• We wore our peace like borrowed linen 
• So thin it tore at every touch 
• And when she called, we turned as strangers 
• Our loyalty did not mean much 

• [Bridge, Combined Male and Female Choir, Whispered Echoes and Distant Bells] 
• She wept for us, we gave her silence 
• She bled for us, we looked away 
• And when they crowned her gilded prison 
• Not one dared stand or disobey 

• [Break, Instrumental Interlude, Low Drone, Single Drumbeat] 

• [Verse 5, Female Choir, Ghostly Echoed Lines] 
• Howl, ancestors, howl in mourning 
• Howl, ancestors, from the grave 
• Show us the day we let her perish 
• When we still might have her saved 

• [Verse 6, Male Choir, Rising Dynamics, Minor to Dorian Mode Shift] 
• We do not fight, we fear the breaking 
• We give our strength to lesser men 
• We bowed and bent, our spirits shaking 
• And drank from bitter cups again 

• [Verse 7, Female Choir, Final Verse Builds to Climax] 
• Like driftwood tossed in storm and ocean 
• Like feathers caught in winds of strife 
• We float, unclaimed, with no devotion 
• To justice, truth, or sacred life 

• [Chorus, Combined Male and Female Choir, Reprised with Solemn Intensity] 
• And now the throne sits cold and hollow 
• Its crown a mask we dare not wear 
• Her name is sung by winds in sorrow 
• But never by the lips who care 

• [Outro, Combined Male and Female Choir, Lamenting Lute Solo, Whispered Final Lines] 
• Souls of our fathers, cry for mercy 
• Souls of our fathers, cry for grace 
• May one day rise a heart of iron 
• To lift the curse upon this place

Ulfric Must Die!

My favourite subject. The end of Stormcloaks and Ulfric! The events in this song are a bit different than in my journals. That was needed for the song to flow a bit better.

• From afar, they flung death and flame,
• Then charged the army with a traitor’s name.
• Whiterun’s gates were protected that night,
• By The Dragonborn and Divine Knights!

• The Dragonborn stood with defenders at his back,
• The traitors advanced, but soon thrown back.
• Nord war cries rang out, then quietened by the Thu’um.
• Sir Wulf and Divine Knights delivered the Stormcloak’s doom.

• Raise your cups to Sir Wulf, Champion of The Divines
• And the Knights and defenders who held the line.
• With courage and skill, they ended the lie.
• To end the war, Ulfric must die!

• To Windhelm he rode with justice in hand,
• No fear in his heart, no army, no band.
• Parley betrayed with a coward’s deceit,
• But Wulf would not kneel, nor accept defeat.

• Galmar fell, a cohort of deceit,
• Ulfric roared, but his Thu’um was weak.
• A Shout from Wulf tore the traitor in two,
• And silence fell where rebellion once grew.

• Raise your cups to Sir Wulf, Champion of The Divines
• The defender of Talos and innocent lives.
• No crown for the false king, no song for the damned…
• The war is over at the Dragonborn’s hand.

The Empire Ne’er Can Yield.

This is a variation of a march used by the British in many different forms over the centuries.

• Soldiers of Empire, march to glory,
• Victory is hov’ring o’er ye,
• Bright-eyed freedom stands before ye,
• Hear ye not her call?
• At your sloth she seems to wonder;
• Rend the sluggish bonds asunder,
• Let the war-cry’s deaf’ning thunder
• Every foe appall.

• Echoes loudly waking,
• Hill and valley shaking;
• ‘Till the sound spreads wide around,
• The enemy’s courage breaking;
• Your foes on every side assailing,
• Forward press with heart unfailing,
• ‘Till invaders learn with quailing,
• The Empire ne’er can yield!

• Lo! the banners brightly streaming,
• Steel in morning sunlight gleaming,
• Eyes with battle fury beaming,
• Valor guides your hand.
• Step by step the foe is driven,
• By the storm of fury riven,
• As if justice, Divine given,
• Sweeps across the land.

• Onward, soldiers, never falter,
• Let not fear your purpose alter,
• Strike as if at freedom’s altar,
• Bound by sacred oath.
• Though the road be dark and weary,
• Though the skies grow grim and dreary,
• March with spirits proud and cheery
• Honor conquers both!

• Hearts united, duty binding,
• One resolve in all troops finding,
• That no tyrant, foul and blinding,
• Shall defile this land.
• Let the cowards quake with sorrow,
• We shall guard each proud tomorrow,
• Break their lines and deal them woe,
• With a steadfast hand!

• Thou, who noble Empire wrongest,
• Know that freedom’s cause is strongest,
• Freedom’s courage lasts the longest,
• Ending but with death!
• Freedom countless hosts can scatter,
• Freedom stoutest mail can shatter,
• Freedom thickest walls can batter,
• Fate is in her breath.

• See, they now are flying!
• Dead are heap’d with dying!
• Over might hath triumph’d right,
• Our land to foes denying;
• Upon their soil we never sought them,
• Love of conquest hither brought them,
• But this lesson we have taught them,
• The Empire ne’er can yield!

Chim El-Adabal.

This song can be found in several Elder Scrolls games. It tells a version of how the Red Diamond was formed.

• When Akatosh slew Lorkhan, He ripped his heart right out,
• He Hurled it across Tamriel, And the heart was heard to Shout:

• Red Diamond! Red Diamond!
• The heart and soul of Men.
• Red Diamond! Red Diamond!
• Protect us till the end.

• The laughing heart sprayed blood afar, A gout on Cyrod fell,
• And like a dart shot to its mark, Down in an Ayleid Well.
• Magicka fused the Lorkhan Blood To crystal red and strong
• Then Wild Elves cut and polished it down To Chim-el Adabal.

• Red Diamond! Red Diamond!
• The heart and soul of Men.
• Red Diamond! Red Diamond!
• Protect us till the end.

• When Elves lost Nirn to Men, Akatosh gave the stone
• To Saint Alesh in token of Her right to sit the throne.

• Red Diamond! Red Diamond!
• The heart and soul of Men.
• Red Diamond! Red Diamond!
• Protect us till the end.

When Tomorrow Starts Without Me.

This is a poem written by David Romano. I have changed it slightly to suit The Elder Scrolls and put it to music.

• When tomorrow starts without me
• And I’m not here to see
• If the sun should rise and find your eyes
• All filled with tears for me

• I wish you wouldn’t cry
• The way you did today
• While thinking of the many things
• We did not get to say

• I know how much you love me
• As much as I love you
• Each time that you think of me
• I know you will miss me too

• When tomorrow starts without me
• Please try to understand
• That Arkay came and called my name
• And took me by the hand

• Arkay said my place was ready
• In Aetherius above
• And that I would have to leave behind
• All those I dearly love

• But when I walked through Artherius’ Gate
• I left behind wars and hate
• And when ancestors greeted me
• I felt my soul set free

• Arkay said this is eternity
• And all that we promised you
• Today your life on Nirn is done
• But here it starts a new

• I promise no tomorrow
• For today will always last
• And since each day is free of sorrow
• There is no longing for the past

• So when tomorrow starts without me
• Do not think we’re apart
• For every time you think of me
• Remember I’m right here in your heart

O’ Mother Mara.

Another of my compositions. It is a chant I envision being sung in Bravil’s Great Chapel of Mara at least once a day.

• O, Mother Mara, Giver of Grace,
• My heart rejoices in thy holy place.
• Two gifts divine, thou gifted to me.
• The love of others,
• And sweet charity.

• Love is sublime.
• Love is thine,
• In every soul,
• Thy light shall shine.

• O, Mother Mara, Tender and Wise,
• Thou teach us not to despise.
• No harsh words, nor bitter hate,
• Only kindness and love will create.

• Love is sublime.
• Love is thine,
• In every soul,
• Thy light shall shine.

• O, Mother Mara, One of Nine,
• Thy gentle lessons we enshrine
• I shape my soul to honour Thee,
• A vessel of love and charity.

• Love is sublime.
• Love is thine,
• In every soul,
• Thy light shall shine.

• Mother Mara, we are blessed to share
• The love of children, and others who care.
• I walk Thy path, serene and true,
• Accepting all as Thou wouldst do.

• Love is sublime.
• Love is thine,
• In every soul,
• Thy light shall shine.

• O, Mother Mara, hear this prayer,
• Thy teachings rise in this sacred air.
• To love each other, and practice charity
• Is to live our lives in calm clarity

• Love is sublime.
• Love is thine,
• In every soul,
• Thy light shall shine.

O Mother of Mine.

My late Mother-In-Law wrote this poem for her mother in 1993. I have put it to music. I used it as inspiration for O’ Mother Mara.

• Oh Mother of mine
• My heart delights
• Two things that you have given to me
• Respect of another
• Goodness in all
• Goodness is Godliness
• God is in all

• Oh Mother of mine
• My heart delights
• Respect of another
• Never to criticize
• The lessons I’ve learned
• In doing just so
• Happiness attitudes of life

• Oh Mother of mine
• As the years roll by
• I’m making of me
• A gift divine
• Oh Mother of mine
• I’m a mother too
• Oh Mother of mine I love you
• Oh Mother of mine
• I’ve tried to do
• The things that you do
• The attitudes that you take
• Accepting people for themselves
• The things that you do
• But never told me

• That loving is accepting
• Nought criticize
• But to give respect
• Oh Mother of mine
• My hearts so full
• You are loved above all
• The lesson you have lived
• The stories you told

• Oh Mother of mine
• You have taught me to say
• Over and over then do it again
• Love is for you
• Love once again
• Love is for me
• Love is Divine
• Oh Mother of mine.

Freylytte and Pular.

A song from ESO. It tells the story of two young people fulfilling a tradition needed before marriage.

• Sweet Frelytte the Fair
• Hair the colour of hay,
• Like spun gold and honey
• Bright sun at midday.

• She loved a boy named Pular
• And he loved her, too.
• As fiercely as ice entombs lakes,
• As surely as spring melts through.

• Her mouth as red as snowberries,
• His hands calloused and true.
• He left to hunt an ice wraith, saying
• “I’ll become worthy of you.”

• After four nights of waiting,
• Frelytte rode into the snow.
• The mountains howled with darkness,
• The moon sank ever so low.

• But soon her horse grew tired,
• The cold did lull her to sleep.
• She curled up beneath a tree,
• Until the storm buried her deep.

• Pular returned triumphantly,
• He’d killed the wraith as he foretold.
• He stopped at the base of a tree,
• Where he saw a tuft of gold.

• He brushed away the snow, found her
• Pale as cream and cold as death.
• But Divines smiled on their love,
• And when he kissed her she drew breath.

• “I’ve slayed the beast,” Pular proudly cried,
• And Frelytte wept tears of joy.
• Hand in hand, they ran home to marry,
• Theirs was a love that winter could not destroy.

Ragnar The Red Opera.

I expanded Ragnar the Red and turned it into an opera just for Rigmor!

• Oh, there once was a hero named Ragnar the Red
• Who came riding to Whiterun from ole Rorikstead
• And the braggart did swagger and brandish his blade
• As he told of bold battles and gold he had made

• But then he went quiet, did Ragnar the Red
• When he met the shieldmaiden Matilda who said
• Oh, you talk and you lie and you drink all our mead
• Now I think it’s high time that you lie down and bleed

• And so then came clashing and slashing of steel
• As the brave lass Matilda charged in full of zeal

• Tables were shattered, and flagons took flight,
• As Ragnar tried to escape Matilda’s might.
• He flung heavy tankards and hurled loaves of bread,
• While the patrons laughed and yelled,’Off with his head!’

• He scrambled for cover behind a stout chair,
• And pelted Matilda with plates through the air.
• But laughing, she battered each missile aside,
• And marched ever closer with fire in her stride.

• Ragnar cried out, “Now hold, can’t we talk?”
• Matilda smashed his knee, he could no longer walk.
• He cried and whimpered, he crawled and he pled,
• While Matilda just grinned and echoed,’Off with his head!’

• And the braggart named Ragnar was boastful no more
• When his ugly red head rolled around on the floor

• And the braggart named Ragnar was boastful no more
• When his ugly red head rolled around on the floor

• Then up rose the tankards, the mead was poured deep,
• As the patrons all laughed and forgot about sleep.
• They toasted brave Matilda, fierce lass of great fame,
• And cursed Ragnar, who died in shame.

• So sing all ye drinkers, both hearty and hale,
• Of the shieldmaiden’s courage and Ragnar’s sad tale!
• For boastful young braggarts who swagger and roar,
• Will find their heads rolling like Ragnar’s of yore!

Come Sail Away.

An extended version of the song Rigmor sings the second time you visit the lookout.

• I’ve wandered through shadows, through silence and flame,
• Where dreams turned to ashes, and we knew who to blame.
• But still in the dark, a whisper remained 
• A song in the distance, a call through the rain.

• I’ve knelt by the graves of the fallen and brave,
• Watched tyrants grow fat while the good died as slaves.
• Yet every tear carved a path to the sea,
• And now that escape is calling to me…

• Come sail away with me, out of the darkness and into the light.
• Come sail away with me on a river of tears I’ve cried.
• Into the promised land, we can begin again.
• Lift up our hearts, and build a new society.

• Come sail away with me, out of the darkness and into the light.
• Come sail away with me on a river of tears I’ve cried.
• And we’ll have no fear of their swords and spears.
• Together, we’ll stand proud and tall, or together we will die and fall.
• The true price of freedom.

• We’ll leave behind ruins, the lies and the chains,
• The cities that fed on our blood and our names.
• We’ll sail with the fire that burns in our eyes,
• No kings to command us, no gods to despise.

• What is a land but the people who dream it?
• What is a flag but the ones who redeem it?
• Raise your hands  scarred and bare 
• We carry our future through storm and despair.

• Come sail away with me, out of the darkness and into the light.
• Come sail away with me on a river of tears I’ve cried.
• Into the promised land, we can begin again.
• Lift up our hearts and build a new society.

• Come sail away with me, out of the darkness and into the light.
• Come sail away with me on a river of tears I’ve cried.
• And we’ll have no fear of their swords and spears.
• Together, we’ll stand proud and tall, or together we will die and fall.

• The true price of freedom…

• Come sail away…
• Come sail away with me.

The Battle Of Whiterun.

A song about the battle against The New Order at Whiterun.

• In the shadow of the Throat of the World, where Greybeards watched from high.
• Came The New Order’s wrathful host ‘neath a thunder-riven sky.
• Two spears they cast into the land, two blades to make it fall,
• One marched on fair Cyrodiil, the other to Whiterun’s walls.

• To Skyrim they brought their hate, their banners gold and black,
• But there stood tall, the Dragonborn, with brave soldiers at his back.
• The Empire’s steel, the Stormcloaks’ roar, as shield with shield aligned,
• In bloody fields ‘neath Gildergreen, they made their battle lines.

• Raise your cups for the Dragonborn, of fire and frost and soul,
• Whose Thu’um could shake the mountain’s bones, whose heart no fear could hold.
• But sing as well of Rigmor, who came with dawn’s first light,
• With The Sons of Talos by her side, she entered the fight!

• Young Rigmor rode through rain and mud, her blade upon her back,
• A child of war with weary men who marched through darkest night.
• Her army of Nord veterans were a hammer to the nail,
• And when they charged, the enemy screamed, and their lines began to fail.

• The ground itself split wide with Shouts, the Thu’um a bringer of death,
• The New Order found no mercy that day, and none lived to regret.
• When silence fell, the fields were red where many people died,
• Whiterun stood and some were proud, but other victors cried.

• Raise your cups for the Dragonborn, who walks with ancient might,
• And toast to Rigmor’s gallant charge, who brought the break of light.
• To Empire, Stormcloak, hand in hand, one day of unity,
• When mortals rose and gods looked down, on Whiterun’s victory!

• So, sing ye loud, in cities great and small,
• Of Titus Mede, whose southern sword made prideful tyrants fall.
• Yet never let the tale grow cold, nor memory be torn,
• Of the day the world held fast its breath
• For Rigmor riding at morn.

The Water Speaks.

A song about the time Rigmor told Wulf about the secrets in the light on the lake.

• The wind is still, the lake is wide,
• Its surface calm, a glassy tide.
• The sun spills gold, the moon weaves white.
• And secrets dance upon the light.

• A thousand stories, bright and brief,
• Like whispers caught on autumn leaf.
• You’ll see them shimmer, twist, and play,
• Then vanish as you look away.

• Don’t look below, the deep is mute,
• It yields no song for drum or lute.
• But skim the gleam where shadows glide,
• And there the riddles love to hide.
• The truth is told in water’s glance,
• But only in the mirror’s dance.

• The waves recall a child’s delight,
• A fleeting kiss, a lover’s flight.
• A dragon’s wing, a fallen crown,
• All drift on the surface, never down.

• For depth is dark, and silence grows,
• Where none but time and coldness knows.
• Yet light will flit with fleeting grace,
• And leave no mark, and leave no trace.

• Don’t look below, the deep is mute,
• It yields no song, for drum or  lute.
• But skim the gleam where shadows glide,
• And there the riddles love to hide.
• The truth is told in water’s glance,
• But only in the mirror’s dance.

• Some chase the bottom, diving blind,
• But lose the visions left behind.
• The wiser heart just softly stays,
• And listens where the surface plays.

• So don’t look down, stare at the gleam,
• The water dreams are a waking dream.
• The light is lore, the waves are chance,
• So take the chance, join the mirror’s dance.