Beyond Skyrim:Cyrodiil/A Song Fit for a Prince

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Added by	Beyond Skyrim: Cyrodiil
ID	xx08B538
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Type	2
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Found in the following locations: Gautierre Manor Bruma Synod Conclave (2 - ground floor and basement)

A Song Fit for a Prince!

by Anonymous

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So you want to know of my lords do you, of which you wish to serve?
Then hear this tale and it'll tell, if your soul has got the nerve.

The first is change, and with four arms, he battles ever on,
Now if you please, behold, the great Mehrunes Dagon.
But if merriment is what you seek, and pleasure's what I mean,
then join the feast and revel, with glorious Sanguine.
And then there's one who deceives to murder for fun,
so for the thrill, will you worship the devious Boethia?
Though I suppose if in the end, all you please is war and wrath
One might do better with Malacath.

No? Well if servitude and domination be more your style,
You might worship Molag Bal for a little while.
Then break the chains, you might, with knowledge, intrigue, and implore,
That falls into the infinite mass-tentacled Prince - Hermaeus Mora
And when that pact falls on its head,
Clavicus Vile will be there to make you a deal of dread.
If "Certainly no, that dread I wish to harness!" is what you say,
become a champion of Hircine, and you might become that predator!
...or you might become the prey.

What? You still are unclear, undecided, and free? Well how about another three!
To shadow of night, and in between, the light,
Nocturnal, Azura, Meridia.
or another, how full of pestilence, you wish?
Then to maintain the order of natural things, just look to Peryite!
but alas you're cast away, silent but quietly unbroken,
Then give it all away, embrace all that most fear, of webs and even nightmares,
and bow to the gruesome and great Namira, Mephala, Vaermina!

Well here we are at last, at the end of wrought and wrath, and still it's not enough?
We come to the end, "All fifteen have failed!" you say, what madness is left to serve?
This madness is madness, some joyous, some sadness, so what is left to serve?
A MAD god, I say! If madness you wish, then madness you will get,
So bow and cheer and cry and sneer for the one and only SHEOGORATH!
or not and stand solemn and silent. In shadow of madness. Where all comes to order.
Of Jyggalag, I whisper.

So now you know, and so now you go and choose your life of sin,
Don't worry, when you return the Divines have been known to forgive.