Silver peaks, dragon’s lair,
Fairies guide, ghostly air.
Who can brave to claim them all?
Mighty Turrult ruled littlest Karn,
He and sons, upon devils charmed.
Nordhiem knew none like these since Ardule.
Mount the steed, brazen sword,
Calls of war, enemy hoard.
Turrult thrashed his way to the sea.
Durags run, fires behind,
Flapping wind, storms collide.
Turrult meets his match in wintry foe.
Nords return, numbers sliced,
Turned their backs to sea of ice.
Turramitral draws the line and says no more.
A rare poem - to be found in book three. (Prince of Furies)