Time to start the game once more,
On Steam I launched Dark Souls once more.
I couldn’t go back where I’d begun,
So leveling up was job number one.
The only thing was my Estus Flask—
With only five, it did its task.
It worked alright, though not the best;
A little more would help the rest.
At Firelink Shrine, the count was ten,
But other bonfires gave five again.
So I knew before too long,
I’d need to make my flask more strong!
I rested by the bonfire’s light,
Preparing for another fight.
One point in Endurance made me last,
Two in Strength to strike more fast.
The Crestfallen Warrior stood nearby,
A few short steps beneath the sky.
I spoke with him, then looked around,
To see what secrets could be found.
Down below, the lift was there,
But ghosts still haunted everywhere.
That path could wait another day—
I wasn’t going there today.
Straight ahead lay skeletons below,
Beneath the ground where shadows grow.
I dropped on down and grabbed my prize—
A Large Soul of the Lost Undead, my prize.
But two buried skeletons sprang to life,
Ready at once to start the strife!
So back I ran to the bonfire’s flame,
To reset the world and start again.
I had to return, there was more to find,
So off I went with a focused mind.
Behind the graves I claimed once more,
A Soul of a Lost Undead in store.
I walked ahead into the graves,
Where skeletons slept beneath the caves.
Once again they rose from underground,
Their rattling bones the only sound.
I dashed ahead without a pause,
And grabbed another prize because
A Large Soul of the Lost Undead
Was waiting just a bit ahead.
Then even more came back to life,
Big skeletons joined the fight.
I ran much faster through the land,
To grab the mighty Zweihander!
The skeletons struck me once or twice,
Their heavy blows were far from nice.
I caught the edge of a grave instead,
Couldn’t escape—and then was dead!
It’s okay—I had no souls to lose,
But gained a brand-new weapon to use!
I checked the Zweihander with delight,
Then laughed—it wasn’t time quite.
Its requirements were much too high:
Twenty-four Strength to even try,
With ten Dexterity as well—
I’d need more Strength before it fell!
Up above stood Petrus, calm,
From Thorolund with peaceful charm.
I listened closely to his tale,
And earned a Copper Coin as well.
I checked the shop to see the stock,
With miracles behind the lock.
The Faith spells looked both strong and bright,
But cost too much for me to buy!
I also found, not far away,
A Soul of a Lost Undead that day.
I searched for yet another lever,
But couldn’t seem to find it ever.
It must be waiting up above,
Beyond the paths I’d yet to trod.
Below, however, I looked around,
And found a way down to the bottom.
Three wooden chests were waiting there,
Still unopened, full of gear.
Homeward Bone was mine to keep,
If danger came, I’d safely leap.
Back to the bonfire safe once more,
A handy item I adore.
A Morning Star was next to claim,
But it just wasn’t my kind of game.
A Talisman came next in line,
For Faith-based miracles, pure and fine.
But Homeward is the spell I’d choose,
The one I’d rather never lose!
Cracked Red Eye Orbs came next to see,
For invading other players—not for me.
I don’t plan on using them at all,
So they’ll just stay within my haul.
Then Lloyd’s Talisman joined the rest,
Though I haven’t put it to the test.
Maybe someday I’ll give it a try,
And see if it’s worth using by and by.
I climbed down farther, nice and slow,
Where piles of skeletons lay below.
At first they seemed as still as stone,
Then two awoke with rattling bones!
They rushed at me with sword in hand,
Much faster than I’d ever planned.
I turned and ran with all my might,
Back to the bonfire’s warming light.
But there was one more thing to do—
The skeletons came charging through!
I couldn’t sit or safely rest,
Until I’d put them to the test.
So I fought them quickly, one by one,
Before my chance to heal was gone!
Anyways, there were no enemies nearby,
So I sat by the bonfire for a while.
For now, I’ll bring this tale to rest,
I’ve played enough and done my best!
