The Soulis Quair, A Dark Souls Poem – To the Taurus Demon
THE SOULIS QUAIR
TO THE TAURUS DEMON
I arrived beneath the shade of a derelict shrine,
Welcomed short to Firelink by crestfallen vagrant
And told to seek two bells and make them rhyme,
For something will happen for those who are expectant,
If, by the end, my soul and body are extant.
Descending the steps – I meet the fire’s keeper -
Beyond the cell to lift and switch beneath her.
Down, Down, to New Londo come.
The dead lounge amongst the fluent lawn,
And chained Rickert of Vinheim makes his home.
Through walk of wood, to submerged stone upon,
New Londo’s restless rise and bid me gone.
Sick of dying to ghosts, a death much wetter,
Return to Firelink, in search of someplace better.
I pass beyond the vagrant, beneath the crow,
And spy an empty graveyard before myself.
A danger rises that I could not know:
Skulls and swords, a hazard to my health.
Club in hand, determined to take their wealth,
I crush, maim and claim Winged Spear,
And take giant skull’s Zweihander near.
My advance is halted at the Catacomb door,
Explosive traps, and rolling skulls resurrect.
Against their sword’s ply, am made no more,
And fall from the tomb their bodies swarm to protect;
This club shan’t harm the defense they do erect.
Thus, I retire to the Shrine to consider my path,
And seek weaker foes to visit my wrath.
So up it was, my path now out in sight,
It was I met Petrus upon a flat
Who offered me a place in Way of White;
Refused the offer – I wanted none of that,
And did ascend to where my enemy sat.
Met many foe and sent them to my blade,
Easy they fell, and through the dead I wade.
The Undead Burgs fail to make me stop -
Instead giving armour and shield from dead bodies dropped,
And aid from Undead Merchant on way to top -
Even when from broken ledge I hopped,
And black knight’s head I bashed till breathing stopped.
Pulled from corpse, I raised up high his shield
And vowed to fight and never to adversary yield.
Thus, I walked with Zweihander in two-hand,
Amongst the undead stone and castle mortar,
Convinced I’d be the hero of the land,
Til I came near the fog border -
Havel taught me a thing or two of order.
Censured hard, there was a lesson to learn:
Pass by the Rock – later I’d return.
So it was I crossed the fog and found
The broken bridge watched long by demon Taurus.
I climbed a ladder, tipped off by cross bolt sound,
And kill the sentries – made their bodies porous.
The demon approached, intent on singing its chorus,
When I did drop unto its head from sky,
My sword cut through, repeating till it died.
Like the monster in North Undead Asylum,
Victory was won through clever use of space,
Rather than combat fought on one-to-one.
Triumphant now, I ventured from that place,
And met Solaire, the golden knight of grace,
But upon the bridge I learned fear,
for the true Dark Souls starts here.