Why I Love Dark Souls
Every night, and every day.
There's one game that I play.
Dark Souls is the one.
And now its nearly gone.
Its Dark Souls II you see.
Although it looks good to me,
Will things ever be the same
In an entirely different game?
Only one more month now,
Until it takes its final bow.
Lets stand together; remember it.
Even the bits that were kinda shit.
Remember the Capra Demon?
That bastard with the dogs.
Hitting you without a chance to move,
As soon as you enter the fog.
Or how about Quelaag?
Chances are you do.
Don't smile you cheeky sod,
Those Double D's aren't for you.
Next, the Darkroot Forest.
What larks have gone down there?
Moveswapping, hackers, rage
12 Year Olds everywhere!
And then the great city;
Anor Londo is its name.
The dickhead Dragonbow archers
Are its claim to fame.
Chances are you've summoned
A white phantom - at least one day.
Just to have them run outside,
To be Black Crystalled away...
Dickwraiths are the worst,
With their silly gamer tags.
So how come when they lose,
Its us that get called fags?
The Gravelords like to troll,
Black Phantoms for the win!
Too bad that their covenant,
Was fished from Fromware's bin.
Remember when beds were soft?
I don't; I nearly quit.
Trying to stop the Bed of Chaos
From slapping me down a pit.
That soul-crushing feeling,
Of seeing TWOP and Dark Bead.
Whenever I get shotgun-shelled
I'll always deny that I weed.
What I am even talking about
In this poem's name?
There's nothing to love about this game,
Yet I love it all the same.
R.I.P Dark Souls. 1 Month Left. Lets make it the BEST.