Skyrim Poem

This poem in the latest issue of Game Informer (Issue 227 - March 2012) has to do with Skyrim for the PS3.

"This is how Skyrim for the PS3 makes me feel.
The flames lick the ground, scorching the fine brown glades of grass at my feet, but I am a statue, tall and picturesque in the fading sun.
I hold my ground unflinchingly as the beast's wings spread open to wrap me in the fierce pangs of death.
I steady myself and ready my blade, I lunge at the dragon with red hot glowing eyes.
I shout.
My voice lashes out at the dragon's very soul, forcing the beast down to the charred earth before me.
The smoke rises as a smile creases my lips.
I am Dragonborn.
This is my des-.
Sorry, the game just froze. I was attempting to say 'destiny'."