A Reachmen Poem: Poor Civilized Ciorstag!

Transcribed in the Glenumbrian town of Crosswych from a boisterous drunken Bonesettler (Physician) of Clan Torunn-Scorp, a group of Reachmen who worship Chelahoj the demi-prince of poison and alleged daughter of Hircine.

1. At the edge of Daggerfall, where Meridia’s light first emerges, There's a caged harpy that sings loud, it has sung for four years: Poor civilized Ciorstag has passed by the dragon chantry and heard In the silence of glistening morn, the mourning song of that bird-woman imprisoned and scorned.

2. 'Tis a note of enchantment - what ails this handmaiden of scorpions today? She sees a jaw of frost descending, a vision of Reachmen so decayed; Bright volumes of briar seeds flowing down thru Aldcroft glade, And a river of blood curdling down slew the veil of Daenia.

3. Pale pastures she views, in the midst of a violent gale, Upon which she so often has slipped with her ivory pail. She stands on the summit of dat' Westwyrd Overlock, pondering what she's lost; Close to the sea and the overhead screams of those ever-sailing Betnikh Albatross.

4. She looks afar, and her heart is in the Wild Hunt once more, but all way it fades away for sure, Away with the mist and the river glen, decayed are the rugged hills and the wyrd shade then;
The streams never flow, the vines will not rise, all is secure in Daggerfall’s orderly gaze, Thus those Daebellan colors now all bleach in fray, forestalled from her embittered ornery daze.

5. Poor Outcast! Return to the wilds—to receive thee once more The house of thy Father will open its twisted boar door, For we promise lenient Hircine shan’t mount your hide upon the floor. Come to the forests of old once more, only thy plain elk gown shall you adorn, So thou may finally hear them soar, harpies singing of their own blissful accord.