There once was a pony blood-red
Who stole too many loaves of bread
An apology meager
Executioner eager
A loud bellow, “OFF WITH HIS HEAD!”
A distraught and now widowed wife
Quietly hid away with a knife
She took to her wrists
Some thrashes, some twists
But left a young colt with his life
The error had then come to light
But it was too far gone to make right
A quick preposition
To make an addition
To Celestia’s Royal Guard’s might
The offer was quickly refused
The orphaned colt was not amused
A royal mare of white
A voice without spite
Offered bandages for the life bruised
A simple request she had asked
With an apology made for the past
It was an invite
To live by her right;
A life he could enjoy, at last?
Tentatively, he whispered to her, "Yes."
She replied, “Sorry for the mess.”
Without even a clack
He was lifted to her back
And he hugged her and heard, “Be thee blessed.”
Slowly, he began to unwind
In the castle, a new life he’d find
Challenges surpassed
As the years flew past
With memories the last thing on his mind
Past events, they had been divisive
But his problems, the colt had outlived
The executioner fretted
His actions regretted
But finally, the colt could forgive.
[2011-07-20]