So yeah, small sideproject, Vore-Poem.
Should come as no surprise that I love me some Skyrim, and since I am a Roleplayer at heart, I always carry a shit-load of items I won't really need for any other purpose than THIS. For when I stumble upon cool places or scenarios I can boost for a good picture for a story.
Or in this case, a rather short poem of the darker type to leave the story to your imagination. Nothing big, but it is a nice break from my usual uploads of 10-30 pages of text. With that said, Enjoy!


Hear me spirits of new and old, for to you my soul is sold, I demand you listen to my tale untold!
I seek to bring a man to light, to where he cannot take a’flight, I beg of you to use your might…
Into the alley he did her lure, tricked my sister young and pure, left her without hope or cure.
Left was but his broken steel, bruises marked his forceful feel, since she would not to him heel.
Left alone to lay and bleed, sullied now by foul man’s seed, she soon perished from the deed.
In gut of dragons make him rest, in a foe he cannot best, cannot pierce their armoured chest.
Make him suffer, make him cry! Make him melt, make him wry! Churned inside beasts of the sky!
I offer in return my soul, to feed upon as you do your role, and guide him into the dragon’s bowl.

(Elder Scrolls is Copyright Bethesta)

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