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MiseryTale Papyrus.

M!T Sans’ most current design update.

- Taller - A little thinner - Edited Jacket

Shadows By Your Side

“This Response Was Anonymously Written To Me By One Of My Friends. Wasn’t What I Expected, Though. Yet It Still Fit My Original Poem As Perfectly As A Puzzle Piece. I Wish I Knew Who Wrote It So I Could Give A Proper Thanks!”

Dear Caster,

I know what it’s like to be alone,

Sometimes I feel like I don’t even know myself.

I’m always stuck behind you,

Always a few steps back.

I wish I saw the world in color,

Everything in my gaze stays gray.

I wish you felt excited.

I hope your pain eases.

I’m trying to catch up.

My life is a constant game of follow the leader.

I want to see the world like you do.

I want to see the world beside you.

I cannot stand the darkness,

I can stand the repetition.

I want to go where you want to take me.

I will always follow you, Caster.

Love, your Shadow

Withered Storm

The unearthly winds howled outside the lodge, Expansive vines constrict & tug on the high walls, Six hundred years of wear, Beating the odds of it still standing, Trying to outrun the coming storm, Lightning introduces itself in an explosion of glass on the nearby beach, The sound of animals is halved as thunder roars to life, A sight worth seeing if the non-existent residents could show the world, Or any living Soul.

Asriel Dreemurr from MiseryTale.

Star on Stage

Stage lights shine bright,

Notes & beats swirl high,

One, two, three cords hit,

Sharp and repeating tones amplify,

Instruments chime & hum as tunes mix,

His voice echos to their sweet harmony,

He doesn’t hesitate as there’s no note to fix,

Crowds scream, woop and cheer,

They always love what he gives them to hear.

Gags & Mischief

Autumn leaves drift slowly down the hill,

Old trees shade the creaky porch,

Tall green & gold grass sways in the dawn breeze,

Cinnamon sprinkled apple crisps cool on the Espresso table,

The young green eyed skeleton sat by the window,

A mustard sticker being taped onto a bottle

Hot sauce, mayo & orange soda mixed thoroughly inside,

His friend watched with mild confusion,

But went along to see the chaotic result,

Warm wind blew in from the open window,

A soft aroma of the ocean filling the room.

Asgore Dreemurr from MiseryTale.

10′s Shrine

A light storm hangs above the forest,

A soft buzz of animals lifts the air’s stillness,

The small clearing sits with uncompared beauty,

The Imperial grace of the Elder’s statues sat dormant,

10 stone giants glistened with little dew drops,

The same place that was once host to lavish parties,

Pale Terra slowly over-took the relics,

Empty eyes of old comrades always watched the ever-changing landscape,

Warm air flows like soft breaths,

Sparrows - Jays - Cardinals - Finches & Doves,

They fly like racers between the trees,

Silence fills the surrounding wood as rain pours heavier,

Careful hands run over cracked stone,

One of the few guests seen in millennia,

Light steps circle around the tarnished pedestals,

Jewel eyed never expecting to have company again,

Knowing & respectful gaze surveys yet sparkles with wonder,

The urge to be heard after centuries,

Now will always be seen,

By any & all,

By him or her or themselves,

To see on their own,

Well known to all - to none - to the past & future,

Good nor evil can make their memory sway,

From every room in every land they were once known,

Tis only in legend & myth of their deeds now,

The silent watchers of creation itself,

That of Light & Life,

Of Hidden Shadows & the Afterlife they stand,

Those of the beckoning Winds,

The Fathers of the Terra & Sea,

The Mothers of Magical mystery & Crystalline beauty,

A hidden Flame burning in silent eyes,

Watching the Celestial skies & Eon waves,

They watch as what they made expands,

Always quiet with unspoken thoughts,

The storm ebbs as winds chime & swirl,

Another blissful evening to come.