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// 10 - Re: Rhapsody (glosa) 
// Story: Ponyville & Other Poems 
// by AugieDog 
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Defeat was a victory—mine, yours and theirs:
I needed a kicking, and these were the mares.
Undaunted, resilient, enchanting, and strong,
They showed me quite clearly how far I'd gone wrong.

Consider a parchment from here to the moon,
One spreading insistently over the sky.
If somehow I spent ev'ry midafternoon
Inscribing that surface with letter and rune,
A thousand more years would quite swiftly go by
Before I could list even part of the prayers,
The hymns of thanksgiving I've wanted to cry
To those little ponies who rose to defy
The laws I established, untangling my snares!
Defeat was a victory—mine, yours and theirs!

Much greater than anything I'd ever dreamed
Because, my dear Luna, my dreams long before
I'd strangled and stomped since I truly had deemed
Myself as unworthy.  My whole future seemed
An ocean of dust, dry and dead, nothing more.
My sunlight grew harsher, less shimmers than glares:
Instead of sweet friendship and warmth at its core,
Each day was a duty, a burden, a chore.
Unconsciously starting to darken the airs,
I needed a kicking, and these were the mares.

How fitting a filly named Twilight would first
Direct a sweet glimmer toward eyes overstrained
By darkness at noontime.  I thought myself cursed,
The centuries filling me, ready to burst.
Beholding her marvelous power, I deigned
To lean her direction, and oh, how her song
Enveloped my weakness!  Refreshing, she rained
Her love and affection until I regained
My balance.  She skewered my heart on her prong,
Undaunted, resilient, enchanting, and strong.

The others as well who were drawn to her side
Embodied the virtues I'd started to lack.
Quixotic, I thought them, and wished to deride
Their efforts to thwart me and my stupid pride—
Except for a whisper that wanted you back.
While most of me clattered and rang like a gong,
My poor, faded hope waged its quiet attack
And helped them fix ev'rything I'd tried to crack.
Forgive me, my sister.  I'd wandered so long:
They showed me quite clearly how far I'd gone wrong.