Ballad of the Blighted Game

A gothic-rock anthem rejecting wokeness and celebrating art.
Art generated with Midjourney, animated with Kling. Lyrics by RowanMorgan, song generated with Suno.

Ballad of the Blighted Game 🎵

In pixel realms where wizards dwell,
A shadowed spell begins to swell,
Art once roamed free, a wild expanse,
Now chained in towers, a mournful dance.

Games were once a joyous flight,
Heroes flawed, yet bathed in light,
But now they preach, a sermon cold,
Mirth replaced by tales retold.

Oh, the blight, the blight, it steals the flame,
In the ballad of the blighted game,
Dragons weep, knights protest in vain,
Art’s chained soul cries out in pain.

In moonlit lands, the stories gleamed,
Darkness and light in balance dreamed,
But Woke banners rose, their anger hurled,
“Art must now reshape the world!”

Dragons sip grievance, knights comply,
Quests on pause, they signal and sigh,
The tavern bard, once full of wit,
Now drones doctrines, “You must submit!”

Oh, the blight, the blight, it steals the flame,
In the ballad of the blighted game,
Dragons weep, knights protest in vain,
Art’s chained soul cries out in pain.

When art becomes a lecture hall,
Its magic fades, its spirit falls,
It should charm, intrigue, ignite,
Not bind us to a cause so trite!

Here’s to the days of plots so pure,
Not soapboxes we must endure,
Let art breathe, let it take flight,
Free from the chains of this woke blight!

Final blight, the blight, it steals the flame,
In the ballad of the blighted game,
Raise a toast to joy’s lost reign,
Let art be free, unshackled again!

In shadowed realms, the echoes fade,
A blighted game, a price we’ve paid,
But whispers sing of art’s rebirth,
Unchained, untamed, for all its worth.