When they came over the wake
In a tide of crimson hue
When the anvil rang and the landers sang
Of the bright ones bathed in blue
Ah hearken to me, young ones, open your ears
As I tell you the truth of the times in the old
When winter's wild windblasts would whistle their venom
And even in suntime, stone hearts would grow cold
So let your mind out of its cage as you wonder
Upon the great stories of ages ago
Gaze into the fire and feel fiercely the feelings
Of ponies whose souls had been hidden below
Once did a land bear the weight of proud ponies
Who strove to be greatest and richest of all
But like unto every great nation divided
These ponies and their wealth were destined to fall
For it was a grangling time, ponies were cunning
And trust was unknown, and the clans fell to fray
And greedy for gold, the guilds grew into armies
And even the dragons were kinder than they
When they came over the wake
In a tide of crimson hue
When the anvil rang and the landers sang
Of the bright ones bathed in blue
The ponies of earth girded them up for battle
Each one armed aready, the archers with arrows
The pikeline with points which would pierce through the ponies
Whom they'd deemed their bane, with a hate to the narrows
Great oaks fell that day for the fortress of lumber
They built up around them, preparing to slay
Any foolish invader would fall for his folly
And warlike intentions ne'er fell by the way
With grim gob and gizzard, they gat them to gore-talk
And many a threat from the threshold was heard
And many a pony would die on the morrow
And wonder, but willing, would wish every word
And saddled, with standard, stood side to side sorely
Awaiting the dawn that would show them their foe
But never did question their motive, nor reason
That blind rage and Chaos had them in its throe
When they came over the wake
In a tide of crimson hue
When the anvil rang and the landers sang
Of the bright ones bathed in blue
Now think on the sky, where the winged ones assembled
With chariots ready and fire in their eyes
With boldness and bloodlust, control-thirsty warriors
With lightning at hoof waiting for Sun to rise
So fierce were their faces, the visage of ponies
Who sought only blindly for gold and the reign
That coils of the Serpent at Bitgard seemed mild
Contrasted with legions of ponies insane
They buckled their belts and they bit on their bridles
And restlessly champed as the he-beaver's jaws
And they sharped their wing-spikes and they waxed their war-saddles
They polished their helms and they fastened their claws
For pegasus ponies have proven their prideful
And arrogant nature as cruel as an asp
So watched they and waited, without realizing
Their pride fueled the power that had them in grasp
When they came over the wake
In a tide of crimson hue
When the anvil rang and the landers sang
Of the bright ones bathed in blue
But as oft' is the case, magick madly empowers
The ones whom it wields, (though they think that they wield)
And lights up the eyes with the bloodlust of demons
And simpering soul-deep, soon serves as a shield
A shield from emotion, a buckler, lest heartfelt
And true and sincere love should ever take hold
Aye, the fae-gift keeps many from true peace and union
And thus long ago grew the unicorns cold
Aye, the unicorns, shrouded in mist, moon, and magick
Were deaf to the crying of Charity's call
And they sharpened their horns and they readied their mana
For, wise though they seemed, they were proudest of all
And as the groups gathered, in ghastly dominion
Of right next to nothing, but reeling, reviled,
The dark Lord of Chaos looked out from his ring-room
And watched them assemble, and waited, and smiled.
When they came over the wake
In a tide of crimson hue
When the anvil rang and the landers sang
Of the bright ones bathed in blue
At a time when all ponykind seeks only vengeance,
And sweet, soothing Sanity slips still away
A hero oft rises, though seldom heroic
And dearly, e'en dithering, may diffuse the fray
For such was the way of one Silver the Lanky
A pegasus pony whose wings were not full
Whose heart, never hollow, was wider than wingspread
And ready and waiting the hate to anull
He hale from his home in the cold clouds above him
And sought with his heart to bring peace to the guilds
And thought he would wander, and wished to word wisely
Convincing the clans of the rancor that builds
For strong was his blood-thrust, and firm was his fervent
And deep-rooted passion for peace on the earth
So Fortune was with him, though never he knew it
For Wyrd wisely wills, though not all know its worth
When they came over the wake
In a tide of crimson hue
When the anvil rang, and the landers sang
Of the bright ones bathed in blue
So sauntered he on, through the mists and the billows
And bravely sojourned through the lands of his foes
And would have brought calm to the lands of all living
But malice, ne'er dormant, stands firm as it grows
For the clans had grown tired of tending their treaties
Convinced in conviction they'd not give an ell
Every stranger reviled, every other race banished
And Chaos spread rampant as fires from Hell
Aye, fires from Hades, that mead-hall Gehenna
Where demons and ghouls all assembled that day
This, the downfall of goodness, struck them with deep longing
So aided they Chaos with strength on the way
And thus Silver found not an ear that would heed him
And every tribe cast him from out of their land
And thus Silver found his heart weakened, discouraged
At last, all alone, he would seek strength to stand
When they came over the wake
In a tide of crimson hue
When the anvil rang and the landers sang
Of the bright ones bathed in blue
Seventh Wave - Devin Townsend
I really enjoyed this and am looking forward to the next installment, you kept your word and I am quite impressed lukki. Stay awesome. Your bro, xXCondemnedSoulXx.
I actually really enjoyed this. You earn a for being original.
Nice!
Awesome.
ohsnap. Is this really MLP epic poetry, as it appears?
It's a little confusing to read, actually. But maybe it would be easier to follow if read out loud. I'll have to try that.
Regardless, optimistically tracking.
Yes, please.
Well, that was certainly entertaining. I'm a big fan of epic poetry, and this was very well constructed. I'll be eagerly awaiting more.
I see that you do readings of other writers' works; any chance of a dramatic reading of your own? This was good to read, but would be even better heard.
2256243 Thanks! I'd like to do that, actually. It's a little daunting, doing something like this, but I could give it a try once the story is complete.
2253482 Divide, that is you?! Guys, that was Divide! He commented on my story thing!
2250934 It's my wholehearted attempt at such, yes. I could do a reading, maybe.
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2239029 Hey, you.
2238374 acquired!
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2237862 First! Nice tunes.
2258348 No, YOU
2258348>>2259678 No, BOTH of you! And now that that's dealt with, I must say that this is very good and I'm looking forward to the next chapter!
Have this song:
2268254 Thanks, mate! And: Hey, you.
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Interesting and fun to read!
2330584 thanks! New chapter has been done for a week and will be up as soon as my new house has Internet.
2350214 Cool!
Not nearly enough poetry on this site. This is only the second long-form epic I've seen, after The Six Deeds Of Harmony. Keep it up!
When the poetry came over the fiction wake
In a tide of enlightened hue.
When the rhyming rang and the poets sang
'Cause of the thumbs up I give to you.
Seriously though this is genuinely really good and you should be very proud of just having the ability to write an epic poem so long. Many, including me, would struggle holding interest throughout a poem (such as people maybe fading off during Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner ). My only criticism would be the lack of any form of grammar: full stops etc. which even poem's sadly have to have (I know, who knew?).
Otherwise, I can't wait to read more. If this story isn't already in the Poetry Group's folders (which honestly I'd need to check) it should be. EDIT: It is there. Coolios.
Well done.
Yay really like poetry so this is pretty cool! Please do more
Also, what gave you the idea to do this?