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// 31 - Villain-elles (sonnets) 
// Story: Ponyville & Other Poems 
// by AugieDog 
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I: Sunset Shimmer

It haunted me, the home I'd left behind,
And taunted me with every step I took,
The colors here so dank, the scents unkind,
The residents like monsters from a book.

It needled me, its whisper hissing low,
Destroying any thought of fitting in.
Enraged, I vowed to smash it with a blow
That slammed my worlds together chin to chin.

So carefully I plotted, made my move—
And fell in flaming embers from the sky.
Incredible, the thought that they would prove
As real, the monsters here, as you and I.

It forced my eyes to see, my heart to shift,
And now I call them friends, the perfect gift.




II: Tirek

It haunted me, the home I'd left behind,
My wretched brother, Mother, Father, all
Misguided, soft, and blinkered, all the kind
Who fear the bruise so never risk the fall.

Awake, they could've ruled the universe,
But slumbering, they kept themselves apart.
Disgusted, then, I left them with a curse
And journeyed here, the power a la carte.

I took it, would have seized it all except
Betrayal followed close upon my heels.
Incarceration proves the fools inept
For where there's life, there's hope for him who steals.

I'll bide my time in shadow and in chain;
My third attempt will surely see me reign!




III: Starlight Glimmer

It haunted me, the home I'd left behind.
Remembering, I'd gnash my teeth and weep,
Injustice stabbing deep to fix my mind
On promises that others failed to keep.

The fault was never mine, of course, nor theirs:
I knew their marks had driven them away.
Obsession fueled me, turned my grins to glares,
And drove me on to gather every stray.

A scentless, cheerless paradise I built,
Perfection of the falsest, blankest sort,
And when my plans collapsed, insane with guilt,
I spun the world to leave it all athwart.

But, oh, that final vision hit me hard:
I chose and left Equestria uncharred.




IV: Chrysalis

It haunted me, the home I'd left behind,
My palace, dark and gleaming like a gem,
Constructed through the centuries to bind
Our people to our queens like branch to stem.

But opulence in famine counts for naught,
And desperation leads to foolishness.
Extending every sense, I stretched and sought
The food my people needed: love's caress.

I won't apologize, for war is war.
Defeat was always possible, and yet,
Had fortune twisted otherwise, the score,
I'm certain, would've left me less upset.

So sleep, you little ponies.  Sleep and dream
And hope your friends are truly what they seem.




V: Discord

It haunted me, the home I'd left behind,
Like odor haunts the finest brands of cheese.
And cheesy is the only word I find
To label this endeavor. What a wheeze!

I don't belong along this loser's row,
Among these boring schemes and weepy eyes!
Reformed, august, my presence can't bestow
The veil of truth to mask their sordid lies!

Immortal?  Mortal?  Ha!  They're all alike!
Controlling, grasping, wanting: good or bad,
Their lives are ruled by passion's stoop and strike!
They lack enlightenment.  I find it sad.

For all their efforts end in my embrace.
That's entropy, y'know: my smiling face.