As I embarked on my journey my fortune foretold,
The lord of the of the dragons was threat to my hold.

I traveled the to the summit of the mountain of snow
That’s when I gazed upon the death dealing foe.

As dark as night, but eyes brighter than gold,
On top of that mountain, the great Alduin patrolled.

 I charged with fury, a spear in my hand,
That’s when Alduin decided to land.

He spoke in flames; and thought I was dead,
But I devoured the fire, leaving nothing but dread.

I stabbed his heart,  he was at death’s door,
And the Lord of the dragons lived no more

The Nords cheered at the death of the dragon,
and my hand never let go of a old rusty flagon.

Chris