In days of yore, in Skyrim's realm,
A tale unfolded, a lasting helm.
Dragonborn rose, a hero bold,
In Bethesda's tale, a saga told.

Oh, sweet Skyrim, with mountains high,
In your snowy peaks, we reached the sky.
A world of wonder, a land untamed,
Where hope for humanity was proclaimed.

But alas, the times have changed,
The landscape shifted, rearranged.
Bethesda's forge, now cold and gray,
The magic waned, dreams swept away.

Oh, sweet nostalgia, where have you gone?
In Bethesda's wasteland, hope withdrawn.
The once-vibrant canvas, now subdued,
A masterpiece lost, a magnitude skewed.

In Fallout 76, a world unkind,
A desolate landscape, a troubled mind.
The glitches dance, a somber waltz,
In the ruins of dreams, Bethesda halts.

The humor mild, yet woeful plight,
As fans lament the fading light.
Oh, bring us back to sweet Skyrim's day,
Where dragons soared, and hopes held sway.

So here we stand, with laughter and tears,
In Bethesda's wake, a mix of fears.
A plea for the future, a wishful plea,
Restore the magic, set us free.

In Starfield's orbit, a journey begun,
Yet the cosmos felt dim, the allure undone.
Midnight stars and distant dreams,
Flickered softly, or so it seems.

Now, in the hush, a prayer ascends,
For Elder Scrolls VI, our hope transcends.
In Tamriel's embrace, redemption sought,
A saga soon reborn, by dreams well-fought.

Bring us back, Todd.