Prophecies and Poems of Equestria

by LesserSpottedBrony

True Predictions

Twilight and a fellow unicorn each picked up their cups and sipped their tea.
"So, Rarity...I never knew you were interested in poetry."
The elegant white pony put down her drink, staring at her friend with mock horror.
"How DARE you think such a thing! Why, a pony of culture and class should always be well-read!"
"Okay, okay! I'll just show you the book then, shall I?" Twilight said grumpily, not realizing that the drama queen was acting.
"Yes please!" sang Rarity.

Peace we know, but once it was not so,
A spirit shall bring the old ways to light.
Chaos will reign in his rule of terror
Until his defeat at the hooves of day and night.

"What in Equestria does that mean?" muttered Twilight, already weighing out all the possibilities.
"It says here it's a prediction. A unicorn called Neighstradamus had a vision about it." Spike pointed out helpfully.
Rarity closed her eyes, concentrating on figuring out the puzzling words.
"Ah...now maybe this is about Discord. Yes. I think that works!"
Twilight gasped.
"You're right, it does look like it's about Discord. And he was defeated by Celestia and Luna, who control day and night!"
"Hey," Spike turned over the page and showed it to the two ponies. "It's got a poem about that right here!"

All was peaceful in the new land
For a long time after its founding days
The bitter rivalry that once had raged
Was banished by friendship and was no more.

But the peace was not to last I fear
The ruler of fair Equestria gone
An evil presence crept into the land
And it came on the wings of bird and bat.

Strong magic he had and used it well
Though only for his own selfish gain
He desired power that comes from chaos
To rule Equestria through the might of fear.

All three tribes of pony suffered
Though they tried to rise against his reign
The spirit crushed their will with his
For he was true Chaos by the name of Discord.

As the land fell into its own anarchy
There came two ponies standing tall
They were both of beauty and grace
And they were blessed with horns and wings.

Shining jewels they bore on their crowns
Six gems that shone with glorious light
Their glow brought back an affinity
And so they faced the embodiment of Chaos.

A single bright rainbow flew from the ponies
Chaos fell from its evil black throne
The spirit of disharmony turned to run
But he was no more than but a living statue.

Two ponies, sisters, took to the throne
Equestria was harmonious once again
The day and the night ruled together
Princesses of Sun and Moon, named as alicorns.

"Well, I did wonder exactly what happened." Twilight finished, closing the book.
"At least it wasn't as long as the last one..." yawned Spike, standing up and stretching.
Rarity looked impressed.
"I knew the Princesses were brave, but not that brave! Seems like they handled the Elements just as well as we did!"
"You're right. Come again tomorrow?" asked Twilight.
"But of course! And I simply must bring Fluttershy along!"

Comments

[Bringer-of-Doom]

No comments? None at all?

*inhale*

UNACCEPTABLEEEEEE!!!!1!

I really enjoy your style of writing, and I simply cannot fathom how or why this particular piece of literature has not attained greater levels of notification by the avid readers and visitors of this most fair of websites.

And yes, that last sentence was written in such a form simply to honour thine style of writing. I do not usually express myself in quite as an elobarate manner, and to continue to do so will most certainly spell doom to this vexed and most tired mind of mine. After this one last comment I shall seek the peace and solace that can only be provided to my tired mind by the most capable and talented of caretakers of the Dream Island, accessible by my plush and warm bed. And as this message draws towards ending, allow me to say one last thing:

FIRST POST LOL XD

[LesserSpottedBrony]

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Your post really made my day, kind sir. Especially since I've been ill, which is the very good reason why I haven't been writing.
I don't really write like that though! I'm trying to...oh dear, there's nothing but a fancy way of saying this...emulate the complicated prose of archaic vocabulary. In other words...
Write the same as people from like, aaaaages ago.