Long, long ago, in a kingdom far away
Lived a land of magic, where young fillies played
Another world full of spirits, and ghosts alike
Though once one would slip, and an evil would strike.
The other, a mystery too strange
And It hadn’t been too long before the tides had changed.
The final, a prison, filled to its brim
Of monsters and evil, and things that were grim.
But one day, stark evil broke free
Releasing its creatures, now filled with great glee.
An Almost was killed, and the land in disaster
Now pony-kind, forced to bow down to its master.
The Remaining One left, in search for some help
The first time, she fled from a hideous skelp.
The second, a failure, no hope on her face
With no option left, she sacrificed for her race--
Seeking her nemesis, she begged in despair,
To the very young child, with glowing, white hair.
Just returning from a sickening place
Where the blank coats dared to advance their race.
His eyes glazed pale and blood on his hands
She forced him to give in to her filthy demands.
With a solemn sigh and a nod of his head
He’d finally done what the Princess had said.
The two ventured off, cast off their homes
Through castles and buildings, and dark catacombs.
The group became three, a new spark of hope
But things growing dire, near grew the end of their rope.
But one single fault was all it took
When the princess took a quick step into the brook.
Everything changed, and the horrors only grew.
Now they looked much like the townsfolk; they were accursed, too.
With all hope lost, and something bugging in her mind,
The Princess grew in sorrow, and so, became blind.
But a man in the forest with the head of a deer
Offered new hope-- that there was nothing to fear.
But the voice in her head still ached in her mind.
She had to turn back-- to her land and her kind.
The parasite refused, removing those thoughts
“There’s so much more this Stone needs to be taught.”
With a curse upon them all, and the princess in its hands,
There’s nowhere else to look-- and the hex still stands.
But the deer man had warned them, many-a-times,
Of the evil intruder who'd return for their crimes.
Now falling apart; the whole world and such,
Infections invading everything they could touch.
His tale sounds too strange, like a fictional tale,
But Twilight will make sure her companions will not again fail.
ENTIQUEST
Unsteady eyes, the sound of breathing filled his head. Shaky arms, beads of sweat dripping onto the parchment. Every drop sounded like a thunderclap, erupting and interrupting the other noise. Cold fingers, numb lips, silent heartbeat; yet he could still feel it. Like it was pulsating throughout his body, through his blood, making him leap on every beat. Pale skin, dead pulse. And yet there was something else.
His legs were numb, and when he tried to look down, his irises dodged upwards, as if he were a dead fish, but his still-active brain tried to play otherwise. And for a moment, he considered he might have been dead. A pang of horror and confusion attacked him immediately.
He felt like struggling, but there was an unfamiliar weight hanging off his arms. He leaned down to bite at it, but stopped short.
He wanted to get out.
But the voice could not have been his; he was sleeping, and everyone around him, awake and aware. He could not let them find out he too, was awake. This intruder of a voice, refused to comply. And he followed suit and allowed it to make its own decisions.
Salivating, rasped breathing, blood loss; and the doctors weren't helping. Rapid heartbeat, heavy eyelids; He was falling away, as if sinking through the cot. The parchment wrinkled as he sunk back into the restraints.
Slowed breathing, and then he noticed the rust on his fingers. Then the scars on the straps locked around his forearm. There was a brief moment of euphoria. The exhilaration of his falling away thudded in his ears as he glanced up to someone with half of a face, and glistened his eyes in admiration. And they had vanished before he could remember what they looked like.
Now everything was hushed and quiet, until the whine of rubber balanced on iron wheels had filled an ambiance.
And glancing next to him, a cart wheeled by.
And on it, his limbs.