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// Song of the Blanks 
// Story: My Little Poems - Ponies with Metal 
// by Lectuiae 
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Song of the Blanks


[…I got curious, and followed her with not much of a thought into the shades of the trees
I mean, why would anypony else come to the forest?]


In the shadows her lonely eyes, yearning for light
Marked and undeserved punishment
Her ashes left on the waning hearth
Abandoned rest in the forgotten home


[I started to worry about getting lost, when I finally stumbled upon a town, its gates welcoming me in a warm light of waning afternoon Sun.
They were setting up a party, and invited me to join them…]


There is no reason for us to leave…
There is nothing to hurt us if we stay.
There is nothing here that we could miss…
There is no reason for us to worry…


[His smile didn’t reach his eyes,
And despite the lighthearted atmosphere around us, the scenery felt somber, almost exhausted…]


It keeps repeating anew
From dawn to another dusk
…Can’t stop myself shivering
Is there any way out 

Why not just drink it down ’til you pass out
Gobble ’til the pain has no space to scream

”Wandering alone
On the verge of my home
Search for the way 
Out of this lonely cell”

We already escaped the curse of the marks
And now we have nothing to worry about 
Our award was the never-ending bliss 
There is nothing that would hurt us here

Is that why you keep this going
Drowning the weeping shame
You’re escaping from this one word
Say it:
”Infanticide.”


[She was rambling, mournfully, in the empty, lightless room.
I left her be on her own…]


You can’t kill the torment with your hollow feast
Waste your days as you want, it never leaves
No matter how many treats you swallow
The stains will follow 
Even to oblivion

Is that the past sins stuck on your throat
Or simply your rotting flesh and tongue…?


[Embers were still hot in the ruins
And I could see the bones glowing in the heat…

… just how old was she, when she had burned in those flames?]


”I didn’t mean to hurt…
I never meant to hurt anyone…”
(It burns…)

Once it was a moment of pride
‘Til the judgment followed
Thrown to the ravenous flames

My body was left to the embers
Free to leave, yet fettered
To roam as the victim of sin


[I left the cottage at the first glimpse of dusk,
And when I returned to the town, they showed me their true forms…]


“Why can’t I go back home
Why can’t they hear my longing for solace?”

The sunset marking the end of the feast
The deluded lose their fancy coats
Look at the child, witness the fear
When she sees the decaying townsfolk


[”Why not stay with us;
There is nothing that could hurt you here…”]


Is that how you’d protect her 
From what? A life ahead?
To hollowly wander, blank,
To share the afterlife artificial?

The sun is rising anew
With it the party begins again
No signs of redemption
They’re circling the cycle never-ending
…Never ends… never ends!


[”My mark means the special talent in finding things…
Follow the path, and please, do not look back…”

Her hug was firm, like pining for the tiniest sense of warmth…]


Forbidden hereafter
The cursed ones keep drifting
The feast continues
And it never ends

Cowards keep smiling without the grace of remorse
Drowning the shame in oblivion

In the forest’s shades, alone in darkness
The girl has to stay, wander in exile
On the outskirts of home


[I had no heart to look back at her, after we had bid farewells
and I ran all the way, until I reached the border of the forest…]