Dark Spells

Still on that Dark Souls 3 kick I mentioned. The lore of these titles is always so rich and complex. Here’s a poem I was inspired to write while reading up on some background lore to learn how magic worked in that universe.

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The twisted powers of the void,

Sick and deathly minds employ.

Souls must pay a hefty burden,

Writhing in that smoldering cauldron.

Seeking tombs of ancient wonder,

Twisting words to tear asunder,

Anything they wish to plunder.

Lives are lost and souls are captured.

The price of these abominations:

Countless scores of helpless millions.

Ashes

I’m a huge Dark Souls fan, so I’ve been playing a lot of the recently released Dark Souls 3. After many deaths I finally got inspired to write a poem about it!

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Remnants of a life long gone,

Burnt and scattered in the dawn.

The ashes glow and simmer there,

Reviving long-dead souls to spare.

The sun looms higher towards the heavens,

The Kindled Ones, we seek and beckon.

With lethal steel and magic strength,

The Kindled strive to overtake.

Horrors, twisted and refined,

Fight to break The Kindled stride.

As darkness falls, the monsters mingle,

Plotting ways to kill The Kindled.

The champions of fire and ash,

Forever here, their souls will clash.