Ponyville & Other Poems

by AugieDog

31 - Villain-elles (sonnets)

Author's Note:

Yes, I know:

I really was gonna do all villanelles for this, but, well, it turns out I like writing sonnets a whole lot better...

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.

Comments

[Hillbe]

Spikey had a little mare her fur was white as snow
And everywhere her tail would swish
this dragon was sure to go.

Then one day she had a dirty thought
it was down right trash.

She grabbed the dragon with her hooves
And gave her dear Spikey a bath.

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[AugieDog]

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And:

They all lived happily ever after?

Mike

[AugieDog]

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Thanks!

It's odd: the sonnet is a form I return to over and over--they're like limericks that way--but haiku give me all kinds of trouble.

Mike

[Hillbe]

6766725 They where most of the time

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I can dance-ice skate-and play the piano but I cant do all three at the same time,

[Monarch Dodora]

VI: Sombra

It haunted me, the home I'd left behind,
Its crystal spires and sidewalks all aglow.
You fear the dark? Pathetic! Keep in mind:
The lights you bear just make the shadows grow!

Mere weaklings, all! And thus I sought to take
This feeble candle sitting in the storm
And turn its warm translucency opaque:
In ice, solidified; in dark, reborn.

But love, it seems, has strength I couldn't see;
A fire shared by all in its embrace.
In fact it's comparable to TNT
I found out as it hit me in the face.

My horn thus bears a fate I would forfend:
Embedded in a windigo's rear end.

I'm so sorry.

[AugieDog]

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And they all:

Lived happily every after!

Well, except for Sombra. And the windigo, too, I guess...

Thanks, though!

Mike

[paintom_phan]

Sunset's blew my mind. That explains so much about her mindset and plan.

"Look at these bipeds. They aren't real people."

[PresentPerfect]

Really good! :D