Oh, there once was a nord with a mighty big flagon who did battle foes like an evil big dragon.
His heart was bold and his muscles were large but his head was dim and to battle he charged.
He fought and died but forever revived, our hero was blessed with an auto re-load.
One night he did wake in his boots he did shake.
The town was cursed with those from the grave, and the blacksmiths dear life all that she gave.
So to battle once more and a new scalp to score, he found a new bow and vamp chic in tow.
At first she said yes but then she said no our poor old hero just didn't know.
His heart a mess and his towns in destress he set out for the country his life to address.
With a workbench and deed his house would be built, even so great for a mighty great steed.
He would find a new love and a steward to keep the prize possesion of victory he reaped.
Thus ends the tail of our dragon born take what you can and forever we yarn.
» Thu Nov 15, 2012 3:35 pm 
