Dark Souls Rhymes - Post yours !

We serve a purpose ,
Gathered here to interfere with those Unexpected Questers , but Who are those Brave Men Lurking ?
They're looking Sane on the Surface ,
but they Dare to Step into the Mist , to Battle in the Shadows with us Gravelord Servants.
While Flames are Burning, our Slaves are Being Murdered ,
But little do they Know , They will be Replaced with more Powerfull Recurring Black-Phantom-Versions!
Eyes of death ? Mine are Fresh , still reeking of vengeance , Misery and Flesh !



All in good fun , please let's not get rude or personal !

I'm pretty sure everyone would be happier if I didn't start rhyming again. Can't wait to see everyone else's though. Great way to kick it off

Skare your rhymes were great, especially in rant form!

I'd always be trying to top my Priscilla rant and I fear that would be a mad quest indeed

We are the blades of darkness, the light on the grave,
Striking from the shadows, parting flesh with blade.
We are the wolves that run free, yet serpent bound,
Two sides of the same man, united for now.

Chant of the Cursed Scions


The cursed are lost to us, swallowed by darkness
A dead man's teachings, replacing their light
We remain at the hidden grave
Protecting the truth with shield and blade
The death of our teacher, not diminishing his life

Chant of the True Scions


A man of two faces, disparity given form
A life of light, a death of dark
A covenant with the dark, a wolf guarding a grave
A covenant following the dark, hunters guarding a wolf
Two different hunters, protecting two truthes
A traitor and teacher, a knight and a hunter

A dirge to Artorias


The hunter appeared, finding his prey
Alone in the forest, it wasn't their day
With his pike of magic, and his blade of sunlight
His foe split in twain, at the end of the fight

Ballad of Brokewilly

I gaze for Refuge, I only receive disdain,
I mind for Easing, I only obtain fatigue;
Perhaps one day, when I travel across the region,
I will finally find a spot... to find my suttee.

Sweet stuff everyone. I feel like I should copy my Priscilla one over here our something (might as well offer my best)

Sure , you are welcomed to do so !

I believe this is the only thread on the forum dedicated to rhymes !

I had one of these going on the old forums
Trusty Patches
is there for back scratches
but if your a cleric
he turns tar-taric
if not of faith
for now your safe.

A couple of undead outcasts
you and me says my friend
the little trouble was in the past
your not a cleric for me to rend
so take this humanity and go look down there
a glorious shining trinket
Heheheh its safe dont be scared
im just your trusty assistant
just have a look, its perfectly safe
I'm your friend now and always
since youre not one of faith
we'll help each other across the causeways....
*Kick*
Hehehehe this is what I do!
The trinkets on your corpse, thats the real treasure!

A Painted World, Corrupted hearts guarentee no safety in this pristine world.
The song of innocence carried upon the wind as the blade of justice tears the heavens asunder.
Each step, Promises defiance, As fire unfurls.
The gaping crash of swords rattle bones like thunder.
Wings in the air, Cut the vocal silence. As each life extinguished a trophy to violence.
So grasp your weapons, Be they swords and shield, Or spells you wield.
And spill blood upon the purest snow, For now you pray for a challenge, that by the end you will know.

Welcome! Love your Avatar, and your poetry is like the Painted World Battlecry, something for the Lifehurters maybe once its tweaked to suit them?

Hahah Thanks man, And definitely will have to tweak it for them, It was a little rushed, But i really had to mention it. Ariamis is by far my favorite place in the game..Not sure why...Not even sure why i felt so bad killing Priscilla =P Maybe because she begs you to leave her world lol

Ok, here's my bestest ever rhyme. My lore rant on why I think Gwynevere is Priscilla's mother. Feel free to argue my viewpoint but remember to make it rhyme....

Priscilla, the halfbreed a wond-o-rous child!
Mom is a mystery, her dad's science is wild.
Skare firmly thinks, mom's Chesty LaRue,
for some things could make, a "jinkies" or two.
The control of light, a wonderful gift,
likely from magic we get from a rift,
bearing a maiden clad in gold gem.
Her ivory stick 'twould not reach her hem.
However the test tube idea is sound,
but step into a chamber and please look around.
Guards in all white, and twirling their swords,
makes me believe the Anor link more.
Why do they guard the painted world gate?
If all Anor Londo decided to hate,
the 'bomination, stuck in the sketch.
Why would they not, then burn the poor wretch?
Methinks there's some love, protecting the painting,
or else why are guys, with knives still a waiting?
Someone in Anor, must still have affection,
to offer the crossbreed such thorough protection.
A statue looks over and watches with love,
another just like it, is found just above.
'tis Boobs McGee, who looks on with care.
A gold gilded statue with permanent stare.
Only a mother, could love such a child,
who wields power to kill, but seeks to be mild.
But back to the tube, of which you suggest,
the test tube baby theory, I agree might be best.
Seath's quest may have driven, the albino brute,
to make the ultimate weapon, and don't forget cute.
With mom as a goddess, and dad distant second,
he added some things, some gifts I would reckon.
Sugar and spice, we see some of that,
and powers of dragons, she makes dad look flat.
She has scales you see, and that must have taken,
some work from old daddy, if I'm not mistaken.
So while he was fooling, and tinkering a tad,
he added some magic from lost ladies and lads.
So mommy and daddy are typically all,
that is needed...to make a child small.
But in this case, the daddy just didn't feel right,
without adding the power to bend and twist light,
and a few other things, like "everything nice."
Whoops! She's stronger than dad, pray she's meek like the mice.

Together forever, till our blades fall apart
the silence is golden, it beats through my heart
the sky is still clearing and rains washed away
all the pain and torment to rise back again
yet still we keep hoping, still we believe
theres more to this life that was given to me

the memory is broken, and filled with disease
the lights are all fading yet i feel the breeze
the wind on my face as i draw my last breathe
and hope that we fight to the very end

Oh a rhyme you say?? Now this will be a pain in the arse to scour through all the threads I have posted some in... Lets make a new one.

Reserved - I am currently making the rap keheheheh

Eternal bars of sadness, the blades keep harassin'
Dark, wraiths amaze in ways that seem to craze all these bastards
Phase in and out of caskets, gravelords in the masses
ask this, which weapon class is fast as daggers in practice

Rack this rhyme together, we're together in pacts and
everyones distracted, by archers and factions
captions, on the ground made by stones of some mad men
captain, of the castle is Ornstein and his fat twin



it would be better if i could actually rap it to you lol

thanks for your input everybody so far !

Keep it going

When Ornstein and Smough

A-hunting do go

You'd better watch out for your souls

Orn's as fleet as a deer

Lightning sparks from his spear

While Smough fills your armour with holes.

The Lady Priscilla is winsome,

The Lady Priscilla is sweet,

The Lady Priscilla's a killer

With a tail and invisible feet.

Slake is killing in this thread. Love it

There is a dragon on a bridge

His temper, it is dire

Don't try and poke him with your sword

He'll set your pants on fire.

skarekrow13 wrote:Slake is killing in this thread. Love it

Thanks skare. I wont pretend that it's poetry or anywhere near as accomplished literally as some of the stuff on this thread. There's a word for it in English, 'doggerel' which means, as I'm sure you know, 'trivial, worthless, irregular verse' (OED) but it keeps popping into my head, so I thought I'd post it for laughs.

Since only Skare is reading this thread it seems, these are my last posts on it but I just want to get them out of my system, so here, for better or worse, they are.

It was a dark and lonely road whereon I met a knight

Whose armour had a reddish cast in the waning light.

Come travel with me friend, said I, for companionship I lack

I tried to shake a friendly hand

But he stabbed me in the back!



The moral of this story is, beware when you are travelling

And meet another on the path

It could prove your unravelling.

_____

For healing your festers

The Estus is bestus.

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There is a place beneath the earth that burns with liquid fire

The Demon Guardian of the way,

His aspect, it is dire.

He'll blast you with his Demon Axe to put you in your place

And then, to make sure you are dead

He'll sit upon your face!



Oh Firesage! Oh Firesage!

Please let me swiftly go!

I promise I wont hinder you

Or step upon your toe!

Dont stop Slake! Just because we dont comment doesnt mean we arent reading!