Harkon's Blessing
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She stood before him reborn
Was it curse or gift he bestowed?
'Twas then all her fear was gone
Was it curse or gift it mattered no more.
She entered into Molag's foray
A legion of undead at her side.
Mercy would not be known to her prey
Her fangs would bite deep into any hide.
When the world would rise, she will slip into slumber
Amidst dreams of blood and lust.
And when night befalls, mankind will remember
A kiss most luscious yet cold and unjust.
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It withholds a lot of stories, all depending on the eye of the beholder...
I really like the third verse in your text! Great stuff and well done!
i wanted to emphasize the power levels of vampirism in the Dragonborn without resorting to words that would breaking the macabre nature of the poem
Same for the shot itself!
That's the spirit!