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// Don't Make Fluttershy your Enemy 
// Story: The Spike Poem Anthology II 
// by Zephyr Spark 
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Her voice is a birdsong by a running stream
Her face calms like a blissful stream,
She seems gentle as a mouse,
But hurt her friends in her house
And you will see her stream become a rapid, howling river
Crushing rocks that threaten her family to harmless slivers.
Beware for nature is not all gentle. She thunders with piercing storm clouds
When the trees need her rain. She blazes through the woods with an army of hounds
To punish those who threaten her loved ones.
She will even face a full-grown dragon.
There is no length she will not go for her friends. No fire titan nor stone beast
Could shake her resolve. She is a champion foes should never unleash.
Be wise. Be cautious. Be gentle. Be kind. Be warned.
For others, the delicate rose will rear her thorns.
We all see her caring for animals, the bears and the birds.
She is honeysweet, and sings many delightful words.
A forest fairy, a Queen of Kindness, a Queen of Might
Shines with natural, heavenly glow of an angel’s light.
To evildoers, do not test her. Do not show her your malevolence.
Those who hurt her friends may never receive her blessed benevolence.