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)
- Published: October 19th, 2017 22:39
- Category: Humor
- Views: 9
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