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.
Bedsforth 