Upon his throne of orchids he lives a peaceful life.
One of gardening and cheerful hums of the lord.
Yet deep inside this king is stricken with strife.
Memories of the past, and aspiration for the underworld.
Love of his people, yet hurt to the very core.
A monarch of monsters, his majesty, Asgore.
Beautiful…
Upon his throne of orchids he lives a peaceful life.
One of gardening and cheerful hums of the lord.
Yet deep inside this king is stricken with strife.
Memories of the past, and aspiration for the underworld.
Love of his people, yet hurt to the very core.
A monarch of monsters, his majesty, Asgore.
Beautiful…
He spoke no evils
Of own upheavals
Though self was seldom seenHe quaintly smiled
By thoughts beguiled
To passers in betweenA stranger to friends
What life transcends
All the seemingly sereneNo knife was sharper than his mind
Or near as ruinous, nor as kind
A silent war amongst one man
Could never win if greater thanIn a town who knew him—knew little of
Where a gun would prove a greater love
Writes an epitaph of a life unfurled
“Here lies the man who fooled the world”
He spoke no evils
Of own upheavals
Though self was seldom seenHe quaintly smiled
By thoughts beguiled
To passers in betweenA stranger to friends
What life transcends
All the seemingly sereneNo knife was sharper than his mind
Or near as ruinous, nor as kind
A silent war amongst one man
Could never win if greater thanIn a town who knew him—knew little of
Where a gun would prove a greater love
Writes an epitaph of a life unfurled
“Here lies the man who fooled the world”
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