AlmostWhitey

We’re dwelling at the dusk of fate, Inside a verdant, tranquil glade, But peaceful life is just façade; In every mind resides a shade And everything is shrouded. Our end is near, yet none can see The threads of fate and the decree Of those who had their bodies flee, Becoming dark and clouded. The devil and the prophet sing As to my sister’s form I cling, Yet I can see the painful sting The sickness brought to that poor thing; In mystery it’s shrouded. She's laying there, betwixt the sheets, She coughs and cries and hopes and bleeds While I am looking for the leads, Towards a cure still clouded. The lunar teardrops guide our way, Through thunderclouds of shades we fray, Through tragedy and great dismay, So that she’ll see another day; The morrow still lies shrouded. We see the heartache in our foe, The seeds of shadow we did sow And finally, the truth and lo, The dawn of light unclouded.

Strapped upon a well-known altar, Flee, my muse! Before my sin Lets all will and reason falter, Hemorrhaging your astral skin. Lunar glow has fled the aether, Darkness drowns the clouded sea. Severed now, our spectral tether; Why have you forsaken me? Unrelenting, crooked percussion’s Roaring in my feeble ears. Endless noise strikes hard concussions; Maddening, it feeds my fears. I can feel the music dying, Dissonance is what remains. I can hear the songbird crying, Poison through her godly veins. Standing here, before the altar, Shadowed mind soon wets the blade. Sharpened fulcrum will not falter, Fueled by doubt, by dread and hate. Fly away, angelic bearer Of the dreams I so adore! In this darkness you gleam fairer, Than the waves that crashed ashore. There’s no place here left for beaming, There is nothing that can shine! Through the foggy wild so steaming, Dark and dreadful and divine. Break these chains, the blade is falling! How I love you, how I hate! Why’s our romance so

Sunken in a scarlet slumber, In your flesh the rot abides, Sitting by decaying lumber As your brother’s will subsides. Arm of solid, war-torn metal, All around the lilies shine. Seasoned steel will flare in battle, Stained by poisoned heart and vine. Blooming Fury, undefeated, Fought the Starscourge to a halt. To the roots you have retreated, Aggravated, yet appalled. O Malenia, the weary Sword arm of your kindred god! Fate of Miquella, so dreary, Drove you to accept the rot. Horror they shall all be knowing, Writhing flesh and deadly air. On your golden wings you’re sowing Seeds of sickness and despair. Monarchs of vermilion color Scatter from the Haligtree, To bring forth decay and squalor, So your nightmare they will see. Lost yourself and lost your laurels, What you were is gone and dead. All that’s left is rotting morals And the plague that you have spread. Once again the rot is blooming Creeping ‘neath the butterflies. Your own self you are consuming, Goddess of the rot will

"Greetings… do not be alarmed - I mean you no harm. I wish only to hear your words, share your feelings, know your thoughts. May we please… be friends?" Your fragile wings take endless skies And even though I thought me wise, I sent you forth with hopeful eyes, To find the truth we’re seeking. From distant star to distant star, You soared so high and came so far, To search the cosmos black as tar, But why do I hear shrieking? The answer seeps from high above. Now tell me, tell me, little dove: Can peace be found? And is there love Out there, where you’ve been seeking? Is there a reason to go on? Or is all else already gone? Explain the insight you have won, Stop crying and stop shrieking. There’s naught out there, there’s just the black, A path to ruin every track, A void that let’s all reason crack, And hopelessness in seeking. The skies are empty, quiet and still, The silence roars so loud and shrill, All hope’s in vain and life’s an ill, Between the dead I’m

The dark is rising constantly, Our bonfires are fading. Above us, warming sunbeams flee And everything’s degrading. We make our way through places lost As old companions vanish. Your burning hope is tasting frost, All purpose long since banished. What’s shining bright is just a lie And soon the end comes creeping. Exhausted sounds your battlecry As bloody wounds are seeping. But even as the flame grows thin, There’s something to remember. We die again until we win And fight to the last ember. There is no hope until we try, This bleakness can be shattered, So scream again your battlecry, We strive despite we’re battered; For every death’s a lesson learned, One simple rule to follow: Press on until your triumph’s earned, So don’t you dare go hollow.

We are the watchers of the deep, The last defence of Farron Keep. No gulch too black, no path too steep For Farron’s undead legion. We are successors of the wolf, We stop the dark that would engulf Each bright and verdant region. We heed the call and stark we fight, We linked the flame to halt the night, We follow an exalted knight Who shaped our undead legion. Artorias of the abyss, Who stood against what was amiss And freed the Darkroot’s region. But everything might be a lie, We turned our backs on Keeper’s cry And as the final days draw nigh, The legion battles legion. Eternally we fight our own, The curse had come, our madness grown And chained us to this region.

Shallow waters glitter slightly, In the air a soothing song. Little ones are floating lightly, Fairylike they dance along. Milfanito ease the rigor Of the victims of the curse, Singing here with charming vigor, Endlessly their haunting verse. Vestige of a lord is calming Fretful souls who cry in rage Through the dreamy and the balming Choir sung on sodden stage. Fireflies with golden glimmer Dance above the waterline As the lake reflects their shimmer, Keeping still the wretched sign. Awestruck settle docile hollows, Captivated by the sight. Each of them – apeased it wallowes, Recollecting human light.