Into the night, we descend, From your heart the life to rend. Phantom stalker, like a cat, You're in our maze, poor little rat. We're harbingers, of the end, With two crossed daggers, dripping red. We raise our hands, our blades gleam, and through the night, not a scream. And when all is done, and the unworthy sleep, Unholy matron, our souls will keep.
Elder Scroll series - Rated: M - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 22 - Words: 60,134 - Reviews: 53 - Favs: 51 - Follows: 35 - Updated: 9/30/2012 - Published: 6/11/2012 - Dragonborn/Dovahkiin, Gabriella - Complete