I got bored, don't hate me. Enjoy!
IDONTOWNUNDERTALE
The first time I awoke,
In a bed of gold.
I could feel them,
But they were not much more that a story I had told.
They were not much more,
Than a presence in my mind.
But they could be so much more,
Just give it some time.
Longer and longer,
They lay hidden away.
Hidden for a sake,
And their hope for a day.
A day when they could breath,
And with determination.
They could save,
And remove all aggravation.
But still there they lay,
With their hopes and their dreams,
To kill all in their way,
And hear their petty screams.
I died, once then twice,
And they grew and grew.
Then a third time and a fourth,
They were much larger than I knew.
Then one day.
I was not there,
And there they were.
Much larger than me,
I was not much more than a prayer.
They killed all in their way.
Who stepped out of line?
Nightly and noonly,
And all of the time.
She asked me to present them,
On a big silver platter.
All of their dust,
To her it didn't matter.
They all fell at my feet.
Until the end,
He didn't try.
To stop me or save them,
In fact he didn't even cry.
Then, when I left,
For a golden hall,
My shoes, tap, tap, tapping,
As I prepare for their fall.
He stepped in,
And put on show,
He fought and he fought,
'til finally he slowed.
I'd saved and restarted,
Too many times to remember.
And now he is tired,
And it is him I have to dismember.
I move and he sleeps,
I go to attack.
He wakens and dodges,
My knife hits the floor with a crack.
I attack again,
And he's not so lucky.
It hits him,
And my knife is dusty and bloody.
I'd attacked once,
He laughed a laugh.
I attacked again,
He laughs his last.
The blood, the blood,
It doesn't make sense,
Monsters can't bleed,
They turn to dust in such events.
Though they can't bleed,
They sure can fight,
They can't bleed,
Like I or you might.
Yet here he is,
I'm covered in the stuff.
I guess after all,
He's not that tough.
No time to think,
Of these impossible thoughts.
After all these minutes,
He begins to talk.
'Do you want anything?'
He asks and laughs.
And all too soon,
He is dust at last.
I smile a smile,
And laugh and giggle.
That was far too easy,
Far too simple.
I walk through,
And kill whoever is there.
Dust on my hands,
And dust in the air.
Your struggle was for nothing.
It asks me if I want to restart
I can feel their presence,
As I awake in a pool of gold.
But it's nothing more,
Than a story I've told.