I played Dark Souls 3 yesterday. It is a pretty damn amazing game. This is inspired by a run through an unknown area in the swampy parts of the game.
I ran on the Swamp of Noxious Fumes,
Speeding past slugs and ancient tombs.
The poison seeping through my boots,
Stumbling over bodies and roots.
I see a big man and a much bigger sword,
Run like hell from this Hades’ lord.
Past trees and bones and still more slugs
I come to a clearing with no signs of bugs.
See a sky-gazing two-legged creature
With one distinguishing, alarming feature.
In addition to being nine feet tall,
With muscles perfectly made for a brawl.
It had a skull of a goat for a head,
As I saw this, I stopped dead.
The sword lord attacked this satyr in rage,
Was beaten to a pulp with his own ribcage.
I stared at the scene in amazement, awe,
The satyr turned to me with a blood dripping maw.
I started running, slowed down by the bog,
Bouncing behind me, hidden in the fog
I heard a laugh that froze my heart.
Stumbled and fell, was torn apart.