These Paths

A Skyrim poem. Please send me poetry requests!

These paths I tread run rampant
But should I turn and flee
They won't give up their secrets
For an arrow to the knee,

For when you leave the city gates,
The sheltered village street,
You realize the road has gone
From underneath your feet.

The roads will likely crumble,
But when, I cannot tell,
These paths I tread, they know them not
At home in Hammerfell.