On Switch 2, Silksong calls,
Through trials deep and echoing halls.
This journey stretches Acts One to Three,
Not finished yet—it still waits for me.
Thirty hours—I’ve pushed and run,
Eight bosses down, with thirty-nine to come!
I started with Moss Mother, first in line,
The opening test by careful design.
It looked so simple—an easy fight,
Yet still I fell a few times to get it right.
Moss Mother struck from low to high,
So I dodged and leapt as blows flew by.
It thrilled me facing that mossy boss,
Dodging each stone that it tried to toss.
Sometimes two Moss Grubs joined the fray,
So I cleared them out, then struck away.
Rinse and repeat through grub and foe,
Till Moss Mother fell from the final blow.
Fall down—get up—fight again, don’t run,
Lose today—come back till the day is won.
One hand, one strike—till the fight is won,
First boss down—still more to come!
Next came the Bell Beast’s thunderous roar,
A ringing menace I couldn’t ignore.
It swung great chimes through the air with flair,
Then slammed them down—I had to beware.
I dodged each strike and answered each blow,
Learning its rhythm and moving just so.
If I struck first, then the timing was mine,
If not, I waited and watched for a sign.
Sometimes it scattered a storm of spheres,
So I stayed alert and calmed my fears.
I weaved between them, precise and clean,
Avoiding the chaos that filled the screen.
It charged straight forward with furious pace,
So I struck a few times, then dashed from its space.
Again and again, I repeated the play,
Until that loud beast finally gave way.
Fall down—get up—fight again, don’t run,
Every loss I take just fuels what’s begun.
One hand steady—locked and loaded, none,
Two bosses down—I’m not yet done!
The third boss, Lace, with Hornet-like grace,
Fast and relentless—she quickened the pace.
Her movements were sharp, her pressure was real,
Each phase demanded more focus and skill.
She charged up slowly, then held her place,
Then burst into strikes no one could outpace.
If caught in that circle, two hits cut through,
So movement’s the key in all that you do.
Change your direction—don’t stay in one lane,
Or you’ll get trapped in that glowing domain.
Keep moving, stay sharp, stay ready to flee,
Or that deadly attack comes crashing on me.
Fall down—get up—fight again, don’t run,
Through every mistake, I adapt and overcome.
One hand sharp—every move outrun,
Three bosses down—now the grind’s begun!
Then came the fourth—the Chorus of Flame,
With lava below, so no room for a game.
If I fell down, I respawned in pain,
One health was gone—I had to play safe again.
The boss dropped an arm, slamming heat down low,
Striking the lava with a fiery glow.
So I dashed and ran, stayed quick and stayed brave,
One wrong move there, and I would not be saved.
The lava stones rose, giving ground to stand,
But patience was key—I followed the plan.
Survive through the fire, don’t rush or misplay,
Or one small mistake takes it all away.
Fall down—get up—fight again, don’t run,
Heat of the fire, but I still won’t come undone.
One hand strong—through the flames I run,
Four bosses down—I’ve only just begun!
Chapel of the Wanderer—the quest is there,
A trial ahead—danger fills the air.
So many enemies stand in the way,
But I push forward—I’m here to stay.
First, grab the silk—make sure it’s full,
You’ll need every thread for this fight to pull.
Then come the phases—one through four,
Each one tougher than the one before.
Phase one starts—they strike me three,
But I strike them back—they fall to me.
Once they’re gone, the path is clear,
I drink some silk—restore, prepare.
Phase two begins—it feels the same,
They strike again—but I win the game.
Three more hits—but they go down,
I stand again—I hold my ground.
Fall down—get up—fight again, don’t run,
Through every phase, I battle till it’s done.
Shift left, shift right—ready to ignite,
I rise, I strike—I own this fight!
Heal once more—phase three is near,
Repeat the fight—no room for fear.
This time, though, just two hits land,
I strike them down—just as planned.
Another silk—I brace once more,
Now comes the hardest—phase four.
The enemy strikes me—again, again,
But I fight back through all the pain.
Just one remains—I dodge, then strike,
Move with rhythm—fast and precise.
Dodge again—then land the hit,
Until it falls—I finish it!
One health left—I barely survived,
But through it all—I stayed alive.
Now I heal and claim my prize,
New power gained before my eyes.
Attack and hold—Bind is mine,
A Wanderer’s strength—now intertwined.
Stronger now with every fight,
I rise again for the next trial’s bite!
Fall down—get up—fight again, don’t run,
Through every phase, I battle till it’s done.
One hand focused—every strike lands clean,
Trial complete—now I’m sharper than I’ve ever been!
One big enemy was brutal and tough,
I died so much—it felt like enough.
It smashed the ground—I had to jump fast,
Then strike a few times before it struck back.
I stepped away to make some space,
But missed my mark and lost my place.
Then it burrowed under the ground,
So I stayed ready for the next sound.
It popped back up in another spot,
So I dashed left or right and gave it all I got.
Again and again, I repeated the fight,
Trying to survive and time it right.
There was one tight spot that trapped me bad,
The smallest mistake was all it had.
So I made sure the area stayed wide and clear,
With room to dodge when danger came near.
Fall down—get up—back in the fight,
Through every phase, I hold on tight.
Dodge left, dodge right—keep it in sight,
I rise, I strike—I win this fight!
In Hunter’s March, the trials begin,
With bounce and nail—I dive right in.
If I fall, I start again,
Repeat the run, again, again.
Bounce and strike, then nail it down,
A few more times—I hold my ground.
Enemies rise, so clear them fast,
Before I reach the next map at last.
There are so many—it’s hard to do,
So sometimes I just push on through.
Skip the fight and hope I last,
Just trying hard to make it past.
This is the part that tests me most,
Five nail drops—I can’t lose focus.
One wrong move, I fall again,
Back to the start—restart the pain.
My health is low—one hit, I’m falling,
Start again—my strength is calling.
Even lower than before,
So every move must count for more.
Careful timing, steady aim,
Each nail drop’s a risky game!
Fall down—get up—stand tall, don’t run,
Through every phase, I fight till it’s done.
Lean left, lean right—feel the ignite,
I rise, I strike—burn through the fight!
Then the mini-boss begins,
No one there to help me win.
Four long phases, same routine,
But one enemy is just too mean.
So I shoot and jump and stay alive,
Moving fast just to survive.
Until that enemy finally falls,
And quiet settles through the halls!
Phase two comes—it’s even worse,
More enemies flood in with a burst.
Bigger than I thought they’d be,
Firing wildly, endlessly.
They shoot like maniacs—no escape,
I try to dodge, but seal my fate.
And now I’m stuck, I can’t get through…
But I’ll be back—I always do!
Fall down—get up—no fear, no retreat,
Through every phase, I grind till defeat.
Move left, move right—timing it right,
I rise, I strike—end every fight!
Another boss I faced was Sister Splinter,
My skills felt weaker—thinner and dimmer.
Two little spawns stood blocking the way,
So I had to defeat them before I could stay.
Respawn again and return to the fight,
Again and again through the long game night.
I failed many times—I won’t pretend,
But I kept on trying again and again.
At last the boss finally fell to the ground,
Victory music—a sweet, shining sound.
But more challenges waited ahead for me,
Another tough boss I was soon to see.
Fall down—get up—fight again, don’t run,
Every fall I take just makes me become.
One hand ready—never second to none,
Five bosses down—now I’m on the run!
Then Skull Tyrant rose with terrifying might,
And I had to keep jumping throughout the fight.
Sometimes it slammed and shattered the ground,
So I stayed alert as rocks tumbled down.
Then it would charge me—left or right,
So I timed every jump and stayed in the fight.
It leapt up high, then crashed back down,
While falling boulders rained all around.
With danger delayed, timing was key,
So I watched every second carefully.
Stay sharp, stay ready, react on sight,
And slowly I pushed through that brutal fight.
Fall down—get up—fight again, don’t run,
Timing every move like a loaded gun.
One hand locked—every battle won,
Six bosses down—see what I’ve become!
Then Widow appeared, and that boss was tough,
Demanding quick movement—this wasn’t a bluff.
At times I would jump, then move left or right,
While shots started flying all over the fight.
She sprinted so fast with a sudden glide,
So I kept on jumping whenever she’d slide.
Each moment was tense, every second felt tight,
As I struggled to survive through the chaos of night.
She dashed from both sides with a strike left or right,
So I had to react fast and stay in the fight.
In phase two, she quickened—attacks everywhere,
So I stayed on my toes and dashed with great care.
Fall down—get up—fight again, don’t run,
Pressure getting heavy—but I won’t be undone.
One hand steady—still I overcome,
Seven bosses down—the end’s near to come!
Then came that boss—the Moss Mother again,
But this time there were two—not just one friend!
The same old pattern—the rocks start to fall,
While little Moss Grubs come crawling through all.
The second one entered in seconds—so fast,
Now both of them flying—I’m dodging each blast!
They struck together, wild and untamed,
So I fought back hard—relentless, unchained!
One finally fell, but the other survived,
So I stayed on attack—kept the pressure alive!
That last one kept flying, attacking nonstop,
Throwing all that it’s got—I couldn’t let it drop!
Fall down—get up—fight again, don’t run,
Now the fights get harder—this is where it’s won.
One hand fierce—burning like the sun,
Eight bosses down—now the hard part’s begun!
One path ahead is Sinner’s Road,
And honestly… I hate that mode.
In the swamp, if I fall to the ground,
Poison takes hold and spreads around.
I can’t use flasks while poison remains,
So I must endure through damage and pain.
Clear it away, then heal once more,
And move with care like never before.
The Last Judge strikes like thunder and stone,
Two quick hits—and my health is gone.
One heavy blow, then another comes through,
And suddenly, just like that—the fight is through.
For now I’m stuck—I’ve taken a loss,
Not sure when I’ll conquer this boss.
There’s another path that I still could go,
But it brings a challenge I already know.
Fall down—get up—fight again, don’t run,
Even when I’m stuck—I still won’t come undone.
One hand fighting—till the final one,
Not there yet—but I won’t be done!
Next comes the Mist, so silent and grim,
With wraiths that drift through shadows dim.
I cannot strike—I must evade,
Just run and jump through traps they’ve laid.
Through spikes and danger, I weave and climb,
And if I fall—I restart each time.
Over and over, again and again,
Caught in a cycle of struggle and pain.
Three bosses remain, their endings unclear—
The Last Judge still waits, with danger near.
Great Conchflies are stuck, and one I won’t share,
Another hard challenge is waiting out there.
Though I feel stuck and I’m not quite sure
If I can keep playing and still endure,
I’ll push ahead, I’ll face the fight,
Through every fall, I chase the light!
Fall down—get up—fight again, don’t run,
Every loss I take just proves I’ve won.
One hand rising—toward the final sun,
I’ll finish this run—I’m not done!
