The Colours of Dusk

by Gallifrey


Epilogue: Poetry in Motion

The Colours of Dusk
by Gallifrey

Chapter Eighteen
Poetry in Motion

Oh, how swiftly the time passes,
From one hour to the years,
Are our memories the sum of ourselves?
Are we the sum of our fears?

Vainly, I seek the answers,
To the questions that never were,
For when I lie in your cuddly grasp,
The clocks become a blur.

In meeting you, three years before,
I was bestowed with grateful luck,
And now we're here with each other to blame,
And I find myself wonderstruck.

"What'cha writing?"

"Nothing!" said Blitz, slamming his book shut.

"C'mon, let's have a looksie," whined Dusk, grinning and sitting beside him.

"Mmf, fine," said Blitz grumpily, reluctantly opening the black book to Dusk.

Waves of warmth from the fireplace bathed Dusk's study. Outside, the first snow of the year was starting to fall, kissing the ground and turning the world white. Rainbow Blitz had been left to his own devices for some time, and had decided to do some writing at Dusk's writing desk to ward away the boredom.

"It's shit, I know," Blitz mumbled, shuffling a little closer to his boyfriend, who was shivering. "You been outside?"

"Yeah, it's freezing out there," said Dusk, sniffling.

At once, Blitz scooped him up, eliciting a yelp from the surprised unicorn. They curled up on the hearth rug and Blitz extended a soft feathery wing, draping it over Dusk like a fluffy blanket.

"You should say, I don't want you getting a cold."

"Thank you," said Dusk, snuggling into Blitz and flicking through the pages of the small books. "And this poem is great!"

"You're just saying that... I used a dictionary a lot... and a thesaurus."

"So? It's great work no matter how you did it."

"You really think so?"

"Yup," said Dusk, cuddling up to him to get warm.

"Aw, you still cold?" asked Blitz, manoeuvring around so that Dusk's body was facing the fire. "Better?"

Dusk hummed in agreement while Blitz nuzzled his ears; he loved it when Blitz did that, and he loved it even more when he-

"Mmf!" squealed the unicorn at the nibbling sensation on his ears.

Works every time, thought Blitz, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

Dusk Shine was now putty in his hooves, twisting his head into Blitz's administrations.

"Ooh, please don't do that while I'm trying to concentrate," said Dusk as he squirmed.

"And why not?" said Blitz with all the slyness of a fox. "By the way... do you want me to wear the socks in bed tonight?"

"Ooh, yes please," murmured Dusk.

"Mmhmm, which ones?"

"Th-The blue silk ones... I like them..."

"You're way too easy when I nibble your ears."

"Sh-Shush you... wh-what's this?"

The book was open on a clean page, where Blitz had curiously penned a new poem Dusk hadn't seen before. It had caught his eye because it was written all in different colours of the spectrum, or at least, the coloured pens that Blitz had to hoof at Dusk's writing desk. It also seemed to have been written carefully, a great difference from Blitz's usual hoofwriting which had all the loops and coherence of a pile of string thrown onto the ground.

"Oh, um, I've been meaning to show that to you, but I keep feeling like it's not ready."

"Hmm, I know the feeling," said Dusk, thinking about all the work he sent to Celestia 'half-done'. "May I read it?"

"I suppose, it's not gonna get any better..."

Dusk gave one of Blitz's hooves a gentle squeeze, and read slowly and carefully, the amethyst pools of his eyes were shining wider and wider. He smiled, baring his pearly teeth to Blitz.

"This is... so beautiful- I-I can't even begin..."

Blitz swept a loose lock of Dusk's mane from his eyes and looked down at him.

"I thought I'd make a poem about us... it's not too corny is it?"

"It's seraphic."

"Gesundheit."

Dusk rolled his eyes, and sneezed.

"Gesundheit. You really are getting a cold, aren't you?"

Dusk tilted his head back into Blitz's fuzzy chest and looked up. Blitz's eyes held nothing but sincerity. The unicorn's chest started shaking, until he burst out laughing.

"What? What's so funny?" asked Blitz, feeling as though he had missed something.

"Oh, it's nothing, haha," said Dusk. He turned so that he was face to face with him. "Just never change...I love you," he said, kissing him on the nose.

Blitz smiled at the three little words, he always did.

"I love you too."

And there they lay, warmed in each other's embrace by the fire, on that snowy Hearth's Warming Eve.

I am the red in the past,
The pictures in the books upon your bedroom floor.
And I am the orange in the overcast,
The yellow on your cellar door.
I am the green in the grass,
That bends back from underneath your hooves.
And I am the blue in your pegasus view,
The purple in your sunshine youth.

If you cut me I suppose I would bleed,
The colours of the evening stars.
You can go anywhere you wish,
'Cause I'll be there, wherever you are.

The sweet rainbow air will sink in the night,
When all your dreams turn to dust,
The shimmering Sun smiles down upon you,
Revealing,
The colours of dusk.

The End