Morrowind Mod:Tamriel Rebuilt/Three Sonnets

1. Direction

Chain 'round my poor eyes, sight taken from me

Tongue bound as with rope, silent as the grave

My fingers broken, no gestures import

I hear no words, I am deaf as a stone

I long for something, for feeling again

But I lack, I want for a leash to lead

To restore eternal springtime within

Someone lift my bonds, someone help me see

Someone untie my words, I be your knave

Mend my bones, your service shall I report

Your lips to my ears, your voice, your will done

Tell me what to do, tell me how to sin

Give me cause, give me pride, attend your need

I am nothing, you afford chance to win

2. Fall

Temperament conflicting inflicted you

Strong willed confusion, struggle all the more

Said what fills thine mind, refuted command

Refuse to bow, bring thineself low. Such pride!

Art thou a master, to possess such sway?

Doth we but serve, elevated thou are?

Manner aside, no kingship thou display!

Rabble, commoner, chattel be what true

Resist as thou want, thou art but a chore

Speak out of turn, out of place, make demand

Questioning betters, thou art one to chide!

Alone mine voice tellest what course to stay!

Thou art a servant, not a risen star!

Mine words come to you, you are to obey!

3. Need

Vacant absence permitted cannot be

A lacking vitality cannot go

An unfilled void devours unwary

Observant for missing piece required

Our watchful eyes must drink until content

A vision what awaits, again at last

Object searching for finally present

See now what element we were of free

Offer it something that cannot take no

Have it take it's place, failure be narry

Give it no choice, its will be retired

Duration of job, harbor no resent

Regret to force your hand, this will be fast

Sorry for trouble, your cut will be sent