undone frigate
I got bored and wrote this poem about the various powers of the world in DS3, I would love to get people’s thoughts and critiques on it:
Gwyn’s mighty bolts peeled apart the dragon’s stone scales
But now the fire fades and even cinder fails
The thrones abandoned by their Lords
The swelling of the Deep
While Farron’s Watchers raise their swords
The dark at bay to keep
Alone within the capital
Sits Yhorm atop a throne
Upon his people flame did fall
The Giant mourns alone
From Irithyll, the frigid dale,
The Pontiff issues beasts
Once sunny, Anor Londo pales
As bloated Aldrich feasts
Within High Lothric’s Wall the prince
Awaits the end of time
Of this the Scholar did convince
His curse: the old bell’s chime
Above the dragon’s mighty peak
Is Sunlight’s traitor heir
But of him others dare not speak
Except for dear Solaire
Below the roots that hold the earth
The last of demonkind
From spells of Izalith, their birth
Life in its flame they find
The dragon of the City Ringed
Midir, who eats the dark
Was by gods taken ere he winged
Against their patriarch
The sister in the painted world
Refuses to accede
The painter, while the rot unfurled,
Of pigment has a need
When Lordran’s sun has lost its light
Undead that ash became
Will rise as one to bear the might
Of Lords who linked the flame
And at world’s end, on seas of dust
A slave knight has a dream
Though hollowing, he knows he must
Continue, it would seem
The painter’s shepherd older grows
The wind carries his name
The dark, dried blood yet raging flows
Since Manus, still the same
Unkindled Ash takes up its sword
At end of time unknown
And low he lays the hollowed lord
The lord that none had known
hearty dagger