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[ W.I.P ]
A golden flower, a heart of red, A secret kept, a promise said. In fields of bloom where sunlight fell, The prince and human knew it well. One gave a soul, one gave a life, To end the sorrow and the strife. Through dust and dreams, the bond remains, Linking the joy and all the pain. A silent song, a broken rhyme. The world moved on, the story grew, But in the garden, I'll wait for you.
A locket clicked, a heart of stone, A plan to break the seal alone. With buttercups and tea brewed cold, A desperate tale began to fold. One fell to sleep in golden light, While one kept watch throughout the night. The barrier crossed, a fusion made, To pay the price their promise laid.
Six souls were sought to break the chain, But mercy turned to bitter pain. Amidst the arrows, steel, and cries, The prince looked into human eyes. He would not strike, he would not kill, Though it was Chara's dying will. Back to the throne he limped away, To crumble where the flowers sway. Two souls departed, lost in time, A silent song, a broken rhyme.
The King, in rage and grief's despair, With hollow vows filled the air. "Seven souls to break the door!" He swore a long and bitter war. But Toriel, with heart of glass, Could not let such judgement pass. She took the child from castle deep, To give them Ruins soil for sleep.
He kept the crown, she fled the throne, Two parents left to mourn alone. In gardens where the light is dim, He waits for her, and she for him.
