Ode to a Flame Atronach

Burning bright in the glare of Winterhold,
the figure of atronach: lithe and fair .
Skyrim’s walls filled with the terrible cold
seem to spurn her, the men and mer.
But nay, she stands so glorious and bold
with her playful tresses of burning hair.
The masculine shapes of her conjured fold
are indeed an intimidating pair.

But what fury does this volcano hath
in that dancing figure beyond myself?
Delicate touches of destructive wrath
indicates the corrosiveness of health
she has on the enemies in my path
and silence as I go from hill to strath.