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.