Abandoned: The Drowning of Sonata Dusk · 10:41pm Jun 4th, 2015
I like internal rhyme! And lord knows I like the Dazzlings. So a few months ago I got really into this song:
...and I wanted to write something with the same sort of tune, although it ended up with triplets instead of couplets, so I guess it's sort of a cross between that and The Walrus and the Carpenter. It was going to be about pony Sonata Dusk and her widower unicorn father, whose ship gets attacked by sirens, both physically in the waters around the ship and psychically into Sonata's mind. Ultimately she begs the sirens to take her life and spare her father's, and they do--though everyone else on the ship does get killed--and they make Sonata one of them. However, the song format ended up feeling too constraining, so I gave up on this one pretty quickly. But I've got waaay too many unfinished projects of one nature or another sitting around on my HD, so eh, figured I'd at least stick this one up on the interwebs. Enjoy.
The third of May our ship set sail, the seventh I had drowned
The fourth of May we heard a hail, the fifth our ship was found
The sixth we fought but all for naught the sirens swimming round
My father was no mariner, my mother was no more
But there are trades you can’t defer, far from Equestrian shore
We filled the hold with jewels and gold and boarded up our door
My father had a griffon sworn to bring her jewels and wealth
My father was a unicorn with tradebegotten pelf
We left our nest the very best in spirits and in health
The griffon had in turn declared she’d sell her mystic tome
Its value shone e’en when compared to any golden throne
But I, poor me, would never see for which we’d quit our home
The sea was smooth the third of May when we put out to sea
A hundred stallions took our pay to guard our treasury
A hundred men who ne’er again Equestria would see
They sang their songs they told their tales they laughed the day and night
So many masts so many sails it seemed we could take flight
And in the hold my father told me solemnly we might
“Sonata Dusk, my love, my prize,” my father whispered soft
“I see the thought hid in your eyes, that we might fly aloft
“We shall, my star, with that grimoire, though other men might scoff
“That grimoire holds the secrets, love, to all our kind can do
“The way to quench the stars above or set them burning new
“To raise the sun and, once begun, to raise her sister too”
All this and more, I heard him tell, was in those pages bound
The griffon had agreed to sell for gems and golden crowns
But luck forsook our quest; that book but led us to be drowned
The fourth of May I woke and smiled and quit the belowdeck
The morning wind was damp and mild and blew along my neck
A sailor mare I met who stared into the sea, perplexed
Some agitation made her brusque, watching the waters clear
“I see you, young Sonata Dusk,” the sailor said, “come near
“Come alongside, your ears bend wide, and tell me what you hear”
My father’d taught me due respect and so my ears I strained
I stood upon the rolling decks and listened, but in vain
“Perhaps a bird was all I heard,” she said, and frowned again
The sailor mare was dark maroon, her cutie mark an oar
But I’d not let her down so soon, and tried to hear once more
And oh, then I heard a faint cry, where’d been none theretofore
The faintest whisper, “hail Sonata, child of the land!
“Go tell your guardsmen, tell your father,
There. Now it's not unfinished anymore!
F'real, though, neato. I don't usually get a lot out of written poetry, but I can imagine it with a beat and it sounds good.
(write the Twigate Story)