The Dark Souls Poem
Hero number thirty-three,
Was clobbered by a walking tree.
Hero number thirty-four,
Collapsed before he reached the door.
And hero number thirty-five,
Opened a chest that was alive.
Hero number thirty-six
He fell before a wizard's tricks.
Hero number thirty-seven
Now resides in hero heaven.
Hero number thirty-eight
He saw the boulder just too late.
And hero number thirty-nine,
Was run right through by Ornstein.
And hero number forty, well,
A giant wolf is how he fell.
You'll soon be breathing your last breath,
This isn't life, it's living death.
And though you've only just begun,
You'll soon be hero forty-one.