Sarblyx of Solitude

once lived Sarblyx

no uglier than he

for a Khajit

who could love but she

the maiden Dahleee

as secluded as can be

she sat day by day

up in her steeple

both lost souls secluded from the town's people

as for Sarblyx

he could stand no more

he thought to put his plan to action

and march right through that door

so under the fall of night, to the anvil he went

under the roof of which many a life were spent

with a clash of steel and sparks spread about

a look of madness inside and throughout

returning for many a night

each one with a face of evergrowing fright

a dagger, a sword, a mace, whatever he could manage

in hopes of which he would do some damage

so on the last night

Sarblyx awoke in the dim light

thinking of what his action would do

while sipping a dark green brew

so he gathered his wits

and with iron gauntlets on his wrists

as he smashed his urn

he swore he would never return

so with a slow steady pace

he marched towards town

for Sarblyx knew of no race

entering the square

there were quite a few nords there

with a swift move of his hand

unwrapping the dagger encased in a leather band

Sarblxy struck the guard

the blacksmith, the merchant, the bard

none dared step in his path

for no one wanted to feel his wrath

the cling of steel, the slashing of flesh, and the cry of many

for Sarblyx would kill any

after the slaying of many a nord

Sarblyxs mind experienced all it could afford

a sharp pain shot through Sarblyx's chest

and an action can fortell the rest

when Sarblyx looking down

his face fell into a permanent frown

his body fell into the dust

for Sarblyx's demise was a knife thrust

through his cold heart

struck from the hand of Dahleee

the other who's feelings he took part

and with a sob

Dahleee fell to the ground

her heart athrob

for Sarblyx was a tested soul

pushed too far

and he cracked and faded away

like a dieing ember of coal...