Basically another part of the last poem but in Frisk's PoV,
Seond version coming out soon

Falling down, through mountain tops,
A dream of wild buttercups.
And through the dark the light still shines,
A path of gold, it pierces my sight.

Looking up I see a faint outline,
I stand up, but there's no lifeline.
Trouble before the purple halls,
As I walk on cracked floors.

A family, that's what she said,
To start a new, that's not what I meant.
Everything is fine in your eyes,
A voice is guiding me away from the line.

There was no smile on my lips,
There was no words, or graceful fits.
"You are the last Soul that we need"
I've heard that line, over and over, alonb the feed.

Here we are, our 'Final' fight,
Said young child, I'll make this right.
You say no words, only above a whisper,
Don't worry, I'll make it clearer.