Tales of Dusty Road
My hoofwriting might not be good,
But I am now quite in the mood
For another story, fair and new
From valleys covered with mountain dew.
The valley, hidden for any other
Houses creatures, who do not bother
To go out in the wild, for safe, it is not
The snow is cold, the sun it hot.
But from the outside, a pony came
Dusty Road, so was his name
He went to seek for new lands
He succeeded, for in the valley, he stands.
Dusty Road had seen much creatures
But none of them had these features,
Ponies they were, but yet they were not
Yes, two eyes, four hooves they have got
But their appearance wasn’t the same,
‘t Is what they’re made of what gives them fame.
What should be their fur, is now air
Or fire, or earth, or water fair
They have no wings, no horns, nor both
Nor are they clad in any cloth.
He stares at them, they stare at him
But none of them appear too grim,
So he smiled and laughed and waved
Much friendly bonds had he saved.
The ponies told him why they were concealed
For bonds between the outside world weren’t healed
No, they were once betrayed
By the one who had once stayed.
They were willing to give them a chance,
So they took him to a dance
And laughed the rest of the evening away.
They told him he should stay,
To get to know him better still,
And Dusty Road agreed to stay, ‘till
He heard the road calling once more,
Like it had so many times before.
Now, the Sun and the Moon rose and fell
Many times; to many to tell
And all the while he didn’t hear
From the outside world; nothing to fear.
They showed him what they could do.
First was mighty Earth, who
Could lift stone as if it was nothing.
But boulders and rocks certainly are something;
These ponies are the children of Earth’s soil.
Then came Fire, whose blood could boil
With fire, new life and death itself.
Then Air, with their calmer self
Controlled the wind – it blew storms
And hurricanes; wind comes in several forms
But it’s beautiful nevertheless.
Then, Water, is no less
A clean and healing power
Which makes tree and flower
Grow into the sky.
But watch out, for by
Danger all these elements
Sing together strange laments
where many an enemy fight and flee,
And these Ponies will be once again free.
Together they all stand strong,
In better times they sing a song
Of mighty warriors, and make a play
With all these stories at the end of the day.
But Dusty Road grew suspicious of the tribes;
Even though they have good vibes
Some things kept bothering the colt.
And one night, he woke up with a jolt
Having dreamt about many years past
Even before his time; at last
The elders came to him, and told
The whole story to the stallion bold.
Many, many years ago, their tribes flourished
In the earth’s soil they had nourished
Until a traveler came, just like him
Who told them that he was on the brim
Of a big discovery; but these ponies took no heed
In the consequences of this ponies’ greed.
The pony, long forgotten was his name;
No, he had absolutely no shame
And sold half the tribe, just for fame
To other ponies, for them to tame.
The other ponies couldn’t save all;
All they could do, is stall
The raids and deaths on this side.
Now, all they could do was hide
In this valley, small but fair
And made there their new lair.
Nopony had come there since.
Except for a dragon prince;
But he left as soon as he saw,
That they can defend themselves, even without claw.
For they are warriors, of the best kind;
There has only one thing on his mind;
To defend their family, their friends, their brothers
Their sisters, their fathers, and their mothers
They control their Elements the best
Don’t let them put it to a test.
But now, Dusty road has come
He is welcome, but for some
He’s not what it seems.
What the eldest have deemed
To be the best solution
To avoid confusion,
He should stay
Until the end of his day.
But Dusty Road felt the calling of the road,
It was time for him to go abroad
But the eldest wouldn’t let him go;
But he needed to, so
He fled the valley, never to go back
With help of four friends, who cut him some slack
These four friends, water, fire, earth, air
Went with him on the road, it was only fair
He had promised it to them; he was true to his word.
One of them had brought a sword
Ancient, but yet all his
To help them go through the forest in bliss.
They had succeeded, they had returned
Without any of them frozen or burned
They went back home, the four friends as well
He told his story to several, and they promised to tell
But they never came to it, so I did it myself
And the stories that ended op on their shelf
Have I turned into a story, you’re reading yourself.
Now, this was my story – it might not be long
But it was enough to turn it into song
I hope you enjoyed it – I certainly did
But, sadly, the scroll will be hid
In the Canterlot Archive, now just new
So this will only be read to few.
But to the ones who have read,
Make sure this will spread
So Dusty Road’s adventures will not be forgotten
Like how many other stories have gotten.
I, Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship
Have read this on the ship
To Saddle-Arabia – but I will find
This new ‘elemental’ kind
In the hidden valley, so long ago
But I cannot do that now, so
I shall end this poem now
(So much rhymes; tell me how
She did this so well
This isn’t something you do in a spell)