I walked, my lifes worst,
Judging by deception the fools worth.
I cursed at those who would be hollowed
By their greed
Shed, the ashes that would fail us,
Meant for worthless thrones,
and a revenge mapped by a fallen God.
My watchful wake will end at the end of time,
I've been unbreakable but not, by design.
Devious and willing I will claw and cave,
Face the graves of everything you'd though you'd laid to rest.
Not demons or monster but you are your own first and last test.
Untill I find where the world will cease,
On the rubbish I will stand and finally be free.
I rest, my watchful eye, on haven for the damned and bloody pride.
I judge for those who would think to try,
Your soul isn't worth burning, if your journey is a lie.
My watchful wake will end at the end of time,
I've been unbreakable, but not by design.
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Hello mysterious reader !
This is somewhat inspired off of Patches the Hyena. A staple character of the Dark Souls series. He's famous for luring a player with lots of gemstones and items and tossing the player down a well. If the player survives, he sells items for cheap.
I loved the implication in his final incarnation in Dark Souls 3 that he does what he does not out of spite but out of a hatred for false greedy heroes. And he carries out his function even till the end of time itself.
JE LEEST
At The Corner Of My Eye
PoëzieMore poetry involving myself, my friends, my anime and my incredible addiction to the aforementioned 2. A few rants. My second compilation. To everyone who viewed voted and commented on my first work, A Left Brain, a MASSIVE HERCULEAN THANK YOU...
