YOU DIED

Oroborus_Black

By: Noah Cohen

Hero number thirty-three

Was clobbered by a walking tree.

Hero number thirty-four

Collapsed before he reached the door

And hero number thirty-five

Opened a chest that was alive

 

Hero number thirty-six

He fell before a wizard's tricks

Hero number thirty-seven

Now resides in heaven

Hero number thirty-eight

Saw a boulder just to late

And hero number thirty-nine

Was run right through by Ornstein.

 

Hero number forty, well,  

A giant wolf is how he fell

You'll soon be breathing your last breath

This isn't life, it's living death.

And though you've only just begun,

You'll soon be hero number forty-one.

  • Author: Oroborus_Black (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 19th, 2017 22:39
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 9
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