Pony Verse: A Collaborative Collection of Pony Poetry

by darf

Lament of nameless changelings

Lament of nameless changelings

Were we ever meant to rise up so high?

Were we loosed then only to fail?

A day without hunger! One we could fly!

Now we are judged, and they’re holding the scale.

Up from the woodwork, up from the cracks

we tried for that light but came tumbling down

Hunted, what few were left, with nets and sacks

Hard knees; harder marble. Two heads, one crown.

Where is our Queen? Where is their heart?

Ropes pull us forward, we shelter our eyes

From seeing this end...so hopeful the start...

Are these smooth floors where our history dies?

Their judgement decided: we are set ‘free’

Nothing left and loathed...what are we?

Author's Note:

Poem by ambion

Comments

[That One Guy]

:') Gotta love how it paints a world and story all on its own.
Thanks for writing this, ambion, and you too, Darf, for putting it up.

[kingtwelvesixteen]

I was expecting this to end with the ponies doing bad things to the changelings, but then it turns out that the changelings are just doing the bad things to themselves. Poetic.

Literally poetic really, since this is a poem and all.

[AugieDog]

A fine poem:

But not technically a sonnet as the table of contents calls it since it's not written in iambic pentameter. The meter here for the most part is one of my personal favorites, dactylic tetrameter brachycatalectic, though, so I very much enjoyed it.

Mike

[ambion]

2727000 Thank you. I love the changelings, there some of my most favourite aspects of ponies. Particularily in that they're so undefined.

2731551

dactylic tetrameter brachycatalectic

I did try for iambic, but then it all...changed.

[AugieDog]

2737343

I did try for iambic, but then it all...changed.

This comment:

Gets the big Pinkie smile!

Mike