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.