Daggerfall is my lament
For that is where my gold was spent.
I owned a house, a cart a horse,
I even owned a boat, of course.
In Daggerfall I wore cool clothes
The ugly outfits were my loathes
Worse than liche or giant rat
Were fashions which made me look fat.
I saved the King, I saved the child.
I turned into a werewolf wild.
I made a pact, I was redeemed
Temples weren't what they seemed.
Armor, I loved the bright red,
The orcish stuff was my dread.
I had a sword which with one swing
Could slay the worst of anything.
I helped out peasants, nobles too,
I save a villagers spouse, and knew
That word fame would about me spread.
But I didn't let it swell my head.
I travelled far, I travelled near
Alleviating Vengeance, Fear
I read the books, I read them all
and I was loved in Daggerfall.
You had to have the patch you see,
To let the old King's ghost be free.
Then you could find the cheats
That helped you map all the streets.
But Daggerfall and XP
were a match not meant to be.
And so, my favorite game is gone.
I no longer hear, "It's my turn, Mom."
