elder scrolls fan poem Bal-El

"to Bal-El, a life without remorse or pity"

"O Fortuna
velut luna…"

O Rota Ingloria
the twin spiderwives of Dream and Night
yoked, forwards turned (and turn) the Silver-Car of Kalpa
only close to the moons, did the brute yarn-driver whimsically call halt
joyful Molag
alit by losing cop-harness, leapt so he could pound perforce
the double caverns in the sky
as if with two hands, a rude embrace
four-wheels and twin-towers
one stretching with drum-beater of human's urgent birth,
the other pulling fortune-querner of their prostration
then sound the choir-beast Molag's own shrill notes,
and do the lightless voids with submerged passions
in man's hateful hearts delight
as above so below, and
the earth itself is wet with life's hopeless lust
and burning with erected mystery,
till even the heaven is inebriated with such fearful and prolific love,
the flying birds drowned in the streaming milk of hot lava, undesired
of all those mortal and aeviternal stars

O Rota Ingloria
Bal-El
lying supine in final satiation, thy comport quiet
and speech eudaemonical, almost make you look like
a once glowed, whored and now used-up
Divine Imperatrix

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"the pains we baboons took

to be wise once in a while

neither in phantasmic dreaming

nor in love and in hate's denial

....

"and thus nearly thirty sprightly years of spring had I yrunne

unknowing what hope is worth to truth

 before baton of judgement

the verdant life did neither hold more than its share

ne more receive ne grieve"