The Heart Of The Divines…
Beneath the gaze of towering peak,
Where ancient whispers secrets speak,
Lies Ivarstead, steadfast and bold,
Cradled by legends and heroes of old.
Here dwells the heart of Katariah brave,
Her spirit fierce, her pathway paved.
With Mara's light, tender and sure,
Guiding with a love that's pure.
In humble homes 'midst mountain's breath,
She sought her might, undaunted by death—
Akatosh’s blood her legacy, her pride,
Ysmir was reborn, with stars as her guide.
With grace she wove her life’s bright thread,
Through storms and strife, where others fled—
A seeker for justice, a bearer of light,
Under Mara's gaze, she battled the night.
Her veins ablaze with ancient flames,
Her eyes alight with mercy's claims.
To foes, a fierce and daunting shadow,
To friends, a refuge, meadows hallowed.
Aloft, the Greybeards sang her praise,
Their voices echoing through the haze.
With every shout that cleaved the air,
Her story soared, beyond compare.
Beneath the vast celestial dome,
Divine and mortal, her tale roamed.
A symphony of dragon’s fire,
Wrought in the forge of gods' choir.
Within Ivarstead's tender hold,
Her deeds of valor fiercely told.
Between the realms of earth and divine,
She wove a tapestry of love’s design.
Carved in the stone, her fate did dwell,
Her anthem rang through every dell.
In Skyrim's halls, her legacy heard,
The Dragonborn saga, in every word.
Her valor shone, relentless, bright,
To end oppression, to claim the right.
From her courage, a new realm to weave,
Where peace and justice softly cleave.
Under the watchful eyes divine,
Katariah’s legacy forever enshrined.
A beacon of hope against timeless foes,
Where winds of freedom eternally blow.
May her stories, tender and bold,
Inspire new hearts, as they unfold—
A tale of love, of fire, of quests won,
Under the endless Nordic sun.
