De La Grande Bibliotheque de Tamriel
Northward, haunted
northern coastline
And south, Dwemer
live and toil,
A simple place,
a shield from draft.
At this stand
wield mage's craft
So fierce the sea will boil.
Under Greybeards'
morning shadow
At this northern
watch, long lost
Nirn's hoary Throat
does scrape the sky.
Here unleash a chilling cry
And gild this stand with frost.
Over western
river waters,
By Karth bounded,
south and north
On mountains sits
a humble crown.
Sky's wrath on this stand
bring forth
To shake these snowcaps down.
Elemental magic wielded,
Elemental thoughts displayed
Havoc wrought as if for sport,
Efforts to impress fall short.
I'll merely use a blade.
Seeking study, wanting learning,
Recklessly aroused my rage!
My pupil you would be, or more?
Presume not of Shalidor,
You feeble, foolish mage!
Quickly dispatched,
Worthless weakling,
Though this tome I gladly claim.
A diamond in the rough, I find,
Shining gem from feeble mind.
Now die, and curse my name!
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