is the life of one person
worth a family's freedom?
is the life of seven people
worth a kingdom's liberation?
after a life was stolen from me,
i deemed this to be proper payment.
but after stealing six lives,
i suddenly have found myself
hesitant to take a single step further.
you long for home, so you have journeyed this far.
we have longed for something akin to a new home.
but the look in your eyes say,
even if it meant you could see your family again,
you would not steal another life.
so then, why have i carried on this long,
pushing along this false sense of righteousness
alone?
i've been playing undertale lately. if you haven't seen/played a full playthrough of this game this poem is actually spoilery.
but i just felt like putting something together, this isn't really a good poem imo.
if you have no intentions of playing/watching undertale... this is a story about a king