I don’t exist
in pony or dragon world.
For a pony, I am too scaly and sharp, bristling with green embers and raking claws.
For a dragon, I am too small and gentle, averse to greed and hoarding.
I walk between worlds, where boundaries mean nothing
Where pony tempers dragon fury and dragon tempers pony softness
Where pony bolsters the pride of a species and dragon bolsters the pride of a kingdom
I walk, unaware of the stranger others see,
Afraid that the wall between the worlds could grow too thin
Uncertain, when the wall crumbles, which world will claim me.
Dragon I am, but Pony am I as well.
Mystery, paradox, and conundrum intermingled and fused
To form a living specter
Yet, I am not afraid of the stranger within.
I know where I belong
Beside the mare who raised me as her own
In Ponyville where we made our home.
With my family and friends, I no longer ghost
But live as a curious creature in a curious world.