Poetry my dear Watson · 11:27pm Sep 14th, 2013

Faded skies and far off crystal cries,
A sound and texture so pure, now will be left but to pony lore.
Your buildings so high that screamed with pride,
Now have died.

Left only now is your frozen hide, too bland, to dry.

My mare so fair, for I alone have triggered your snare.

Alone in this chair, my woe forever I shall I owe!

Never once have I cried, no tear for your ear no howl to the moon,
My only wish is for death to come soon.

For I alone am left here, and no longer do I fear.

So come cold death come last breath, so quick to rest,
For I alone you have left.

I dare thee for I have lost my mare,
and how unfair you have taken her from me!
HE who wanted to set free!
Now bound to darkness forever more,
I hope your chains so cold so thick have made you sower!
For my mare will never soar or leave once more!

Now I alone am left to moan.
With groans I wish to shatter bones.

So come cold death, come last breath!
Turn me to the city once so pride,
time me for to die.

Let me take flight to her once great height.
For I have lost your fight!

I alone you have left,
And no longer will I heft, this burden so heavy you have placed,
please make haste for I long to see her face.

Mane so bright I miss it's sight,
I wish for death's cold bite!
Fight I did with your own foal,
and now I'm left unwhole.

So come cold death, come last breath
Turn me to the city that cried!

I have never really been a poetry fan...But why not.
Your homework If anyone can correctly tell me who out of my stories wrote or would have said this and what it most likly meant than i'll give them something. As to what I have no idea but we can talk it over. So GG
Also correcting something I did wrong does not mean you win...But it is helpful to me.

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