Dear Spike,
A year ago, I entered a new world
A year ago, I knew exactly what I wanted to be
A year ago, I found that I was alone
A year ago, I learned that nobody thought I was any good
A year ago, I felt empty
A year ago, I almost ended it
So why do I have another year?
Because, I kept dreaming about possible adventures for you
Because, I kept wondering when you’d get the spotlight
Because, I wanted to give you a spotlight
Because, I found a new purpose
I wrote.
I wrote about you and Twilight and all of your friends
I wrote how you went to look for your family but found it in front of you. And learned that you are never alone.
I wrote how you helped Scootaloo fly. How seeing her dreams come true made you know that yours would too.
I wrote how you needed your friends and your world darkened without them. I learned how words can flow from me like a river when you are the river water.
I wrote how an amythyst before bed gave you insane dreams. That might be an adventure best not mentioned.
I wrote how Twilight defended you from scientists who wanted to use you, and I found that people loved to read what I wrote. I found that asking for help makes me better. And that friendship and forgiveness are magic.
I wrote how you survived a world of monsters and came back home and healed. I learned how to create a world and a layered story.
I wrote how Garble and Diamond Tiara fulfilled your expectations. Yet another journey perhaps better not mentioned.
I wrote how Garble’s schemes could never overcome your wit and courage.
I wrote how you and Twilight will never grow apart even as you grow up.
And now, I write this poem to say
You, Spike the dragon, you saved my life.
You gave me a reason to continue.
You became a vessel to my visions.
You endowed me with tools of expression.
You are my muse. You inspire me like nobody else can.
You brought me back from the brink, not with your might, but with your existence, with your character.
I hope you can forgive me for any pain I put you through, for any pain we put you through. Know that you will always have a light at the end of the tunnel, and that light will lead you back to your friends, to your family.
Amidst those ponies, those dragons, those griffons, those changelings, look closely
and you will see me, cheering you on with all my breath.
You’re more than a baby dragon, Spike.
You’re a champion.
Nobody else could bring me back from the abyss
Nothing else could have imbued me with such purpose
Nowhere else have I found the pleasure writing your stories gives me
And never believe you are alone or unloved.
Because,
Although we have never met face-to-face
I know you and you know me.
Although we have never shared a conversation
I consider you a dear friend.
Although our paths may never cross
You are never far from me.
Because,
You are my inspiration.
You are my hope.
You are my brother.
Thank you, Spike.
Thank you for being who you are.
Thank you for letting me sing your life in my words.
Thank you for giving me a reason to continue into the unknown.
Thank you for making me a brony.
Until we go on our next adventure
Know that I will keep you in my heart. Always.
And should we venture no more,
Should I create my own world,
Should my hand stop writing,
The lessons you’ve taught me will stay
The person you are will remain
And the spark you ignited in my soul will live for eternity.
As will you, the greatest dragon, the greatest assistant the greatest friend, the greatest brother, the greatest hero, the greatest
Greatest Fire to ever burn
On the torch of harmony.
Sincerely,
Zephyr Spark