A poem to Twilight Sparkle on learning of her Ascension:
O winged Element
Thou estate once common now elevated!
An atmosphere rare wreaths thy head
And set apace a new cadence.
Wilt thy fellowship wane
when that sixth so far above
in far Canterlot will reign?
Or will friendship's magic bind thy heart
to Ponyville and the mares of its nights?
Weep that not only dogfish guide thy flights
but still thy tale follow bronies mortal,
in multitudes undiminished.
Tune in next season, and find out,
mayhaps!