By joseffthered 0 Comments
I've been playing too much Dark Souls II. I wrote another poem at work...
I've bitten off more than I can chew
This shield is too much weight to bear
I've asked too much of this grisly corpse
I understand now, nothing is fair
I’ve seen the light of burning truth
revealing the crook of an unburdened back
straight and narrow, straight and narrow
Whispers of a curse, dark and black
Praise the sun! Praise the sun!
Scream it loud till your throats are dust
We will say it softly when we finally hollow
And our beaten armor turns to rust