Elegy to the Ancestors
Poetry inspired by “Dark Souls” and “Elden Ring”
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We do not know
At what time
Humanity looked up
And said, “Fuck this.”
They looked all around
At the ruin they found
All because some damn gods
Were in charge.
Some great fucking thing,
With a soul that would sing
Would live on with their sanity
And no fear?
It’s not fair, humans thought.
What am I, if not also alive?
Even if I am dead, I am here.
Can’t I live?
The silence went on.
The care did not come.
The glory, the freedom,
The right to a grave.
Humanity waited.
The gods did not listen.
But hid themselves
further away.
Humanity looked around,
Found something sharp,
and started to walk
to Anor Londo.
Knowing they’d die,
or they would stay alive
to get the
fucking answers.
What did you do to my world?
Why can’t we die?
Where are our heroes?
Why did you lie?
For they were our heroes,
the Wolf Knight,
the Rock,
even She, the dear Blade of the Lord.
They weren’t yours,
no matter your gifts.
Our heroes are gone, after you.
Give them back.
Humanity threw
all it had at the gods,
at their children,
their slaves.
Of course, we all died.
