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// Chapter 55 - My Little Dashie, My Gift to You (Human Crossover) 
// Story: The Poetic Chapters of MLP (Reference) 
// by Experimenteer 
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My Little Dashie - My Gift To You

We live our life, from black and white,
Yet we understand a little of course insight.
Where one man wander, from routinely chore,
To spot a tiny box, lingering to what's in store.

From his glance, a flicker of mind then snap,
His thoughts were racing, wrapping to fully grasp.
What he saw would tremble, crumble beneath his core,
To fully comprehend a tiny mare, multicolor galore.

Ideas were racing, seeking logic to explain,
But what he saw was reality, which simply abstain.
There was no accident, no solution to answer,
When he took the little mare as his daughter.

From time and place, the two would elevate,
Their bond went deep, deeper to compensate.
Where one man smile, the other spat with glee,
The two were inseparable, neither would dare to flee.

Yet, when questions were ask, the other simply fear,
For when fiction and fact collide, it turns a blacken smear.
So the man choose to hide, a white lie be cast,
But time always arrive to meet its schedule at last.

From above, the mare would spread her flight,
Into the air and above at the starry night.
The man smile, hugging her little mare,
His heart then leap when he hear her care.

Her words have meaning, it shook his soul,
To her, the word 'dad' was the gifting role.
The man express such delight, never would dream,
That My Little Dashie would be the starry stream.

So Chronos geared its course,
When the mare had grown in such a force.
The man smiled, his heart became as light,
But when he saw her tears, it turned into a blight.

The mare shouted her rays that sting his heart,
She discover the truth from lasting to start.
Words cannot comfort, or express with calm,
Her wings snapped open and leaves with a storm.

The man bent in shame, lost in life,
His one true purpose had dash like a knife.
He refuse to give up and yet blamed himself,
For his selfish reason to keep her truer self.

Now the man was at point to break,
His heart would shatter at such shake.
Tears were flow beneath the heavy rain,
Starting to feel the sadness, the father's pain.

As time and clock begins its pace,
It seemed his hope would end in grimly fate.
How story goes where crossroads were made,
Where he quickly spot the mare and hug tightly it weighed.

The mare cried, the man did the same,
The two were together once more, but will it ever be acclaim.
For years were drifted, moving beyond of greater parade,
For a knock came from the door, a sound which he's afraid.

To his eyes be wide and shock,
His mind went blank like a rock.
There he spot a purple mare that idle,
That present her name as 'Twilight Sparkle'.

The pain rose, his heart knew the time was right,
To saw her friend to take his daughter's delight.
The man knew, hoping it would never come,
But when the princess arrived, it had to be done.

The man and the mare, bond from beginning to next,
Their tale had come to close its debt.
With final shed he said his goodbyes,
As My Little Dashie faded, vanish like fireflies.

My Little Dashie, my gift to you,
Was that I wish to meet your colored hue.
My love, my daughter, my time of my life,
Now you are free, from the world of constant strife.





Note: An offering, to the story and the writer.