As we all know,

There’s something’s that blow,

One of them is games being too easy,

Like a women who’s incredibly sleazy.

So along comes the company called Sony,

Who’s fed of making games for a phoney,

So a new game is born,

It’s called Demon’s souls,

It’s for all those with Sony consoles,

Its promise is it’s hard,

Like a tub of old lard,

The truth is hard to explain,

Especially if you haven’t got a Brain.

So it’s a world on the Brink,

But this is no job for link,

As there’s no princess to be saving,

Plus links just too well behaving,

What the world needs is a hero,

Someone like Robert Deniro,

In a world this dark and gritty,

You need someone who ain’t that pretty,

You need a fighter, a warrior, a Korean,

Not some stupid European,

Yes it’s a RPG,

From the same place as the Japanese angelica tree,

So off you must start,

To make your liver an external body part,

You see you must die,

When you do you want to cry,

As there’s never any checkpoint,

A feature that will always disappoint,

All enemies respawn,

This will leave you withdrawn,

As once you die,

You have to retry,

And there’s really no fun in that,

Especially with the awful combat,

You can kill fifty grunts,

But when on the bosses your weapons seem quite blunt,

The levels are sprawling,

So you can search them all mourning,

But you’ll probably end up dead,

So you’ll usually skip them instead,

The graphics are good,

But there’s way too much blood,

Usually yours,

In a huge dragons jaws,

The combat is sticky,

Making life fairly tricky,

Overall it’s ok,

But hold your hooray,

As to win you need two things,

One, the patience of something with wings,

Two, the ability to a hear teacup that sings,

So think like this,

If your life is as dark as the abyss,

Buy demon’s souls,

But if you know a person called Nicole,

And want an intact arsehole,

Then stay away from this thing,

Like it’s the worst of all sin,

Play a nice game,

But not Call of Duty, as that’s fucking lame.