Pony Verse: A Collaborative Collection of Pony Poetry

by darf

To Sunchaser the Younger

To Sunchaser the Younger

Burn not your missive,

my dearest son,

for the love of

your dearest sun

burns too hot for mortal hoof.

Hide it, unsent,

lest she say yes.

Would you believe me

if I were to aver

each hue of her mane

is one she once adored,

the fullness of her light

boiling bones to ash

until color alone remained?

Oh? Then you're a fool.

Once,

just once,

she allowed

herself to love

with such purity.

Just once,

one distant dark day,

her fire found focus

on a single stark body,

and she would have let

all else lie in shadow for a thousand years

were her love returned.

Author's Note:

Poem by Horizon

Comments

[kingtwelvesixteen]

That is kind of depressing.

[horizon]

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srsly.

It's meant to go back-to-back with Lagniappe, though, so don't take it as the whole story.

Extended author's note: I'm kinda proud of how I got the "Would you believe me…" stanza, about Celestia's mane, to have that same gently flowing shape.

[YoshiFawful64]

Once,
just once,
she allowed
herself to love
with such purity.

I really like the syllable pattern here.

[horizon]

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This is super late, but I never originally got a notification of the comment. I'm glad you enjoyed this!