Collected Verses of Avarian the Poetaster, Vol. 1

Collected Verses of Avarian the Poetaster, Vol. 1
Written and Composed by Avarian the Poetaster
Compiled and Edited by Erand the Dogged

Unemployed Priest
One of many limericks sung by Avarian on the front steps of the Arcane University during the Oblivion Crisis

Somewhere out there, in Oblivion's vast void
A great barrier of sorts was destroyed.
But though all the great mages
Sought spells, scrolls, and pages,
It fell to a priest, unemployed.

Dead Words on Undead Lips
Allegedly a warning given to Avarian by the rotting corpse of a dragon during his trek through Oblivion

Yah ni lok staad, kiir
Dahik hi aal mah ahrk dir.
Uv volz, hi fen ni.

Seek not high place[s], child
Because you may fall and die.
Or worse, you will not.

Skin of Skingrad
The result of the Count of Skingrad circa 3E 425 commissioning Avarian for a few verses to be sung at a Tales and Tallows festival

The skin of Count Skingrad is a peculiar thing
It's pale and thin yet supple as spring.
But if you look a little closer
And drink it in, as it were
You'll find that the Count has a ring.

Dragon Ears
A limerick sung to a crazed group of dancing spectral mages wandering the streets of Coldharbour's Imperial City

Your red robes and cowls cannot hide your scowls
For your dragon's got two ears like trowels.
Go cavort on a tower
And wish hard for power
To take away that which befouls.

I think I rather like writing poetry for Elder Scrolls lore, even if I'm not the best at it. The White and Gold of a Harbour Cold was pretty fun, and I definitely enjoyed looking through my knowledge of TES lore for various people or groups to mock through Avarian.
But holy shit. I'm never doing anything in Dovahzul ever again. That took me almost half an hour of trawling through a translator to get it to work in both English and Dovahzul, and it still kinda doesn't work in English ("seek not high places").

I'd love some feedback on this stuff. Since the next subreddit theme of the week is the First Era, I'll probably expand upon the limerick making fun of the Selectives for that, unless anyone has a better idea.

I can't stop myself from reading "poetaster" as "poe-taster" and I'm imagining some Bosmer frantically trying to eat cartoon ghosts from a Nintendo franchise