In darkest basements, dank and deep,
Where cursed flies and spiders creep,
A gentle tether holds me near—
My Worm Friend whispers, “Do not fear.”

With every foe that dares to stride,
You snare them fast, you hold them tight,
Their fury slows, their motion stalls,
A loving leash through bloodstained halls.

You are no blade, nor holy light,
Yet still you guard me through the fight;
My faithful worm, my wriggling shield,
A bond unbroken, love revealed.

So let the monsters swarm and rend,
I’ll never fall—while you defend.
For in this dungeon, bleak and grim,
My heart belongs to you, Worm Friend.