A Poem Inspired by A Taste of Grass, by Chatoyance - and dedicated to Her · 3:04pm Jan 3rd, 2012
Being a long time Ren Geek (31 years and counting) I couldn't help but associate a little with Ren, in this story. Here's what my idea was of what he'd perhaps write. For those unfamiliar with Elizabethan/Shakespearean language: the words ending in 'd are pronounced like they would regularly be pronounced today, but are spelled differently because, back then, words ending in ed were pronounced as if there were another syllable there. The term Mores = Morals, the way of doing things, etc. Ken = those of the same kind, a little different from Kin, which are those that are directly related by blood.
Upon four hooves, I sweet grass tread
Where once was devastation
And flowered meadows, verdant, spread
Across my new-found Nation
The bubble gate, which open’d doors
Of hope, long cast aside
Dismiss’d away all human mores
And vanquished human pride
A new beginning, second chance
Was gifted to my ken
Compassion for our circumstance:
The plight of mortal men
And those who had the sight to view
Beyond all compass’d fear
Traverse’d the dangers to pursue
The better life found here
Equestria, the Fairest Realm;
Where dwells no earthly pain ~
Our Princesses are at its Helm
May They, forever, reign
sphotos-b.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash4/483375_578144502215007_1987089762_n.jpg I simply couldn't resist sharing this, it's just too darn funny.