The worm that flies all things detests.
The hero that stands, all fire bests.
Sightless guard what none protect.
Soundless hear what all regret.
Voiceless speak truths all forget.
For the spell that binds never rests.
The arrow that turns constantly tests.
The axe that sunders ever quests.
For the world cries out, its hopes it vests.
The hero that stands, all fire bests.
Just a random piece of poetry I was messing around with. Vaguely inspired by Bethseda's Skyrim which I have been playing far too much of lately.