Dibella stands golden as white slips her skin;
Flower on the outside, butterfly within.
Her body yearning for comfort,
But cold to the touch.
Standing proudly on the wood,
Yet still not boastful enough.
Reaching to the heavens but head not in the clouds.
Singing to her followers yet not making a sound.
The Mark she bestows as blessing
Seems a stain on the soul.
Raising their hands in surrender
Yet not letting her take control
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Songs of The Grey (Skyrim Fanfic Poems)
PoetryA compilation of poems I have written based on the Elder Scrolls: Skyrim game by Bethesda
