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// Front Matter and Prologue 
// Story: On the Origins of Equestria 
// by Bearycool 
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Front Matter:

As in many tales which were read to us,
And in many songs also sung to us,
the geneses of our lives have been told
and all the origins of old and new,
yet never in a poetic stance or thought
of mind that would bring about its birth...
So it has been made, after much thought,
 that  in an anecdote our origins be told
In poem, in prose, and in summary
That tell of the foundation of the earth.
Now, of this work given to me long ago
 I have found it good to say these motives
within one structure; a three-in-one of sorts.
In the beginning were the Three and Four
Three connected, yet Four in the world.
Three and Four,the genesis of the earth.
Before the Country was found in its glory
The Three stayed solely in the lands of folly
Where Hatred’s melancholy did abound
And his Wrath his co-heir to his frozen throne;
Till one day, that Country was found by Six;
Six that lead, and lead to glory.
Then in time Chaos came to take the Light
From the Land that was holy in Their site
He took the light and lit the land with lighted death
To make it yield only despair and mourning.
Yet all in folly was this plot of Chaos
For the Fourth came, and in Harmony struck
The Chaos to a stone prison forever;
Yet not forever, but only a time
That was made in times of old so that a new
Six may come again in tenebrous times.
        Afterwards, the Two of Four came together
to form communion with the Three Tribes of old.
They came to rule over the land of light
It to be named Equestria, the land of light
In majesty they ruled over the Three
To bring night and day to the new world.
Yet even in their power, corruption came
To claim One of  the Two of the Four
Who was edified by the night’s power
Yet broken down by hatred of the Three.
Her name of Beautiful Moon dubbed to her
To  be changed to Moon of Nightmare Eternal
And her light frame to be of different stature;
Then her Sister would throw her away to that night home
In the sky where she would stay for a time.
Many happenings would come to the Land
To shape the future of the New Six Mares
Whose power and authority would yet come
To brighten the day in new glory dawn.
Thus is the purpose of this work’s birth
To bring understanding to the one who seeks it all.
And not to burden you by rhyme or meter
But only by story of Heroic Triumph.
In medias res shall this time occur
So understanding of old may be given
And in given understanding, knowledge.
So of Future Six we shall see first of all:
In their glory, triumph, despair, trials,
Torment, love, and most of all harmony.
-Gallant Hatter

 
On This Work:

I  have deemed well that this piece should be presented within my own words and thoughts, and have concluded to this end that I do not care in anyway what others think of my thoughts; for, after all, it is but a minor nuisance what others think verses the truth.  This isn’t meant to be cold hearted in any such ways; rather, an anecdote of myself to you, the reader, and not of what the consensus of the masses are of such matters like this.

 Now I am but a small colt who has seen the mighty works of the mares whom have given us freedom from the torments of old, and wish to write down with my hooves their works in a Heroic Stance; id est, an epic. I write this piece in my little blue home in Ponyville to give you, the reader, an understanding of the origins of our pasts and how they lead the heroes of today.  To show this, I place this piece in loose heroic verse, liberated with no rhyme-- for rhyming is but a scheme made by fools who cannot bring about their thoughts in orderly conduct-- and many allusions of old works scattered throughout Equestria. It has been noted by my friend, Gallant, that this piece shall be placed in medias res, and continue onwards from there. Stanzas are divided solely on events, and not of stylistic terms. Parts of this piece shall be of my own design, to give understanding to what I’ve read in my studies. 

May Celestia find it good to read this work and to bless it with her eyes, and may it also  be good that the mares grace this work with their own eyes and please this humble writer.
-Bard Clop


On The Origins of Equestria




Prologue: On Heroes

Of my times in the land of light and hope
I have trod on paths of glory gold
And witnessed horrors of the Past unfold.
I have seen heroes come and heroes go,
Like that of swirls the bearded et alii,
And watched their legacy mark the land
With their powerful hooves forevermore.
But none compare to the Six Chosen Mares
Of which Time and Light molded together
In co-existences and harmony.
Out of the three Tribes of old, came the Six
And by the gift of the Fourth, came the Six
And by other happenings also, came the Six;
harmoniis, In medias res.
This was how the Six were formed through the Light
And through Time also, which is the beginning.
It is of my duty as scribe and bard
To write the prologue of the journey
Coming roundabout to the middle of it all
Then turn around to the beginning of it all
Until our journey reaches its final end.
                    Of Pony’s first disobedience to the
Night and of the love for one another
Comes about the prelude of our earth;
Where our edification for light and love
and  where destiny and time  are conjoined;
intermingling, and of one body and mind.
Our love for harmony comes from here too
Yet in contradiction for no night
and the break down of the other side of 
harmony and tranquil peace in the world.
Sing Heavenly Light, that on the secret mount
On high, or of the Valley, shall you be heard
And seen by everypony within the land
and your message of harmony heard throughout.
                    Now, these are the prologues of the epic
Which are but tales within themselves
And I deem it well to sing their song
Within parts and thoughts of their own theme and will
And not for no reason or random consequence;
Rather, so that the Six may be understood
And their place in the history of light.
But know well, that I will not tell
of the theme of these tales until 
later in time when they are needed 
within the theme and of my will.
Let it be known, that these events occurred
And are not of fiction or of fabled lies,
 But rather the truth from the regal queens
Of night and day; the history of the land.
Let their tale be not measured in meter
Or of rhyme; rather, let this be measured
By its history, truth, and harmony
Of all the themes and events of old.
                    Let this prelude serve as a base to you
On the matter of heroes’ triumphs
 And of history and events combined
So it may be included within the canon
Of the earth, and of the canon of heroes
Whose identities are revered and noted
By the masses of all the ponies of the earth.




Authors note:

special thanks to:
MintyRest
RavensDagger
and SincerelyFake

Thank you all for editing this piece. Also, thank you nitezsche for making me become a better poet.