Three stories about Derpy.

by alafoel

And a poem, too.

Swift hum and fleet
and dash of street
hooves catch up to follow
wings aside but
start to stride
and stretch the air to swallow
that ground below
should feel so slow
and the land but empty and hollow.

The clouds that glide
along your side
and tell you now you’re flying
to leave the land
that smother of hand
to forget the feeling you’re dying
a lack of pain
is ne’er true slain
‘course, pain still exists when you’re crying.

Comments

[Derpy2012]

These have way too few views, I truly enjoyed every word of each chapter, especially the party. Great work!

[alafoel]

11907160
Thank you!