Chosen Undead

Welcome, welcome to the land of woe.
The end of all heroes and the beginning of every foe.
The light seems brightest when surrounded by dark.
Like a lamb to the slaughter, you'll be torn apart.
But now your back, alive again but not truly.
For if dying isn't dying, then living isn't living.
You'll wither away, and feast on the souls of countless men.
You came with a purpose, but you've forgot it time and time again.
Why are you here? The ends drawing near.
But the end is a beginning, for your story goes on for eternity.
How tired you must be. How lonely.
You lost so long ago you've forgot what you had.
You don't even remember that you once were a dad.
So you fight for no purpose, fight for no cause.
You fight to bring light, you fight to hide dark.
And as the flame dims, upon your flaming mark.
A ring of burning light, around the deep dark.
You die, time and time again. But this story will never end.
For when you die you come back, but are never the same again.
You've lost your soul, your very humanity.
But what is human? And after all that's happened how could you be?
So fight, fight to live. In world where you can't die.
You'll never be free from the curse, but what you can do, is try.

Author's Note

So for those of you who think this sounds incredibly familiar, yes it is indeed inspired by dark souls. Normally I like to think I'm at least a little bit original but in this case I decided I'd rather Praise The Sun.