Horn was his name
Black Magic did he invest
And released a curse,
Not even his aim.
The Pygons were abundant
And the sword rusted
But Horn had a mission
To put an end to this plague
To the coast, to the mountains
freeing all along the way
Until, the king was freed
and the curse was not lifted
The Pygon High Emperor was still alive
sitting on his throne
watching the progress of the door to beyond
and the curse was not lifted
Through the mountain
above the lava
slowly solving, jumping
and the curse was not lifted
Close to the seat of power
In the king’s citadel
Westernesse was in ruin
and the curse was not lifted
And the quest was not done
not finished
not fufilled
and the curse was not lifted.
A screen shot of the game.
This poem, for any of you free-app-watchers, is about the current free app of the week. Horn is a game with a super rich story and backstory, good gameplay, and an all-around amazing look. What inspired me to write this poem is the story from my point in the game. I felt that the story could be put in a very poetic way.
