"Her thorns dragged holes deeper into her soul. She was irreparable. They would never know of her pain. They would never understand her depression. Her life was a void of solitude and imperfections. She was alone, except for her thorns."
Celestia, on the day of Twilight's royal coronation, contemplates her place in life, overcome with grief and sadness. Companion piece to my other poem, "The Melancholy of Princess Luna".
Some roads are dark, and some are well lit. Some do nothing but tell you... of what you should already know. Sometimes, things... or ponies are much different than you once have perceived.
My name is Fluttershy. Like most ponies, I am afraid of the Everfree Forest. Unlike most ponies, there is one path I’m not afraid of. I’m not scared of it because I walk it every week to visit my Mother.
Love, Belief, Me: Three words that mean something to everyone. What do they mean to Certain Pony and Another, and what can we really trust? An experimental one-shot on the lives of two ponies and duality, love, and friendship...