//------------------------------// // The Tragedy of Twenty Apples // Story: Ballad of the Forgotten Apple // by Ice Star //------------------------------// The tale of Rome Beau, Is one every Apple should know How in her duty she remained steadfast and doomsday she did out last She guided nineteen foals And protected each of their dear souls Never did she give in On her mission to protect her kin Through age, sickness, and sorrow She never lost her dream of Tomorrow Until at her journey's end Only then did she greet death as her friend Nineteen seeds did she scatter Yet her bound family did grow and shatter Although she believed their location would suffice The siblings became divided in the land of ice Pink Lady, second born became a wife But it was bringing her own foal into the world that took her life Third born Fuji became a courier of news Though in his line of duty it was his life that he would loose Fourth born Wealthy was well named 'Twas for his money he was maimed Fifth born Cripps-Pink lived only to fade Becoming naught but a vengeful shade Bonza who came sixth refused to say anything but a lie Though she outlived her grounded enemies, cleverly soaring ever so high Empire, the seventh name was an unusual misnomer For like us Apples, he was a wind-bound roamer Crab, Eighth in line was fond of territorial order Drawing, with every line a defined boarder Dear Ninth was musical Ambrosia who sang with a voice divine and clear, Though she was stuck in buildings with empty rooms and homemade beer Tenth was war-mad Jazz, Sadly she perished in battle for holding her spear like a spazz Eleventh was fortune blessed Cox, residing in his manor Yet he stole young foals to fill the ranks under his banner Cameo is the elusive twelfth, who traveled the north-lands in disguise His shadowy hood hiding his sightless eyes Thirteen, Royal-Gala joined the Earth Pony Court The other tribes she longed to thwart Fair Fourteen is Pacific Rose Glorious and blessed her life knew no woes Fifteenth is foolish Akane By hungry dragons he was slain At our Sixteenth is sweet, small, and youthful Anna, who if you ever meet you should run Every war she fought in she won Then in rank Seventeen we have crazed Araine Her frightening insanity caused others great pain Gruff is Eighteenth, Baldwin of the Blade A bandit adept in the Art of The Raid Mute and voiceless, nineteen is Beacon who would always mope Although it is said if you find her spectre she will preach to you of hope Here concludes the tale of twenty Apples of whom we descend More then on of them met with a tragic end