The Arrogant Son
Castamar Rainir - 4E 251
An Altmer folk-prose.
There was once, a mighty lord,
not red, not green, not nord.
His skin was gold and his hair was fair,
a pride he was, to all Altmer.
Closed shut the jaws of Oblivion,
helped form our mighty Dominion.
Battled foes willed and strong,
his deeds written down in book and song.
Sired a son, one shadowed day,
whom he bestowed his fate upon.
His son was strong, his son had might,
he could sing and dance and fight.
But naught came of this prodigal one,
No great deeds, could he get done!
Ventured to the island regal,
Partook in actions illegal.
Three bells did toll,
and his head would roll.
Swung the axe,
at Arronax,
A shame to us all.
Now the maiden drowns, and her husband frowns,
his daughters wearing, prison gowns.
Nothing gained, nothing won,
by the Lord's arrogant son;
For now the maiden drowns, and her husband frowns,
his daughters wearing, prison gowns.
Castamar Rainir - 4E 251
An Altmer folk-prose.
There was once, a mighty lord,
not red, not green, not nord.
His skin was gold and his hair was fair,
a pride he was, to all Altmer.
Closed shut the jaws of Oblivion,
helped form our mighty Dominion.
Battled foes willed and strong,
his deeds written down in book and song.
Sired a son, one shadowed day,
whom he bestowed his fate upon.
His son was strong, his son had might,
he could sing and dance and fight.
But naught came of this prodigal one,
No great deeds, could he get done!
Ventured to the island regal,
Partook in actions illegal.
Three bells did toll,
and his head would roll.
Swung the axe,
at Arronax,
A shame to us all.
Now the maiden drowns, and her husband frowns,
his daughters wearing, prison gowns.
Nothing gained, nothing won,
by the Lord's arrogant son;
For now the maiden drowns, and her husband frowns,
his daughters wearing, prison gowns.