Sonnet to an Orc
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Story about an Orsimer's (orc) experience while he is away from his homeland. This is a sonnet with a mixed emotions.
This is based from The lore of TESV:SKYRIM :)
A sonnet is usually about love, this is about love of his race, and also love for his lover, I used measures and rules that Shakespeare follows, the Iambic Pentameter. So read it with correct intonations :3
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