Silver Words on Burned Pages

by Silver Thread

Water-child Flame :: Derpy Hooves

Soft do hooves trod cloud-cover
Damp beneath these shards that carry
Click the ice but never wary
As the feather never falls

Memories adrift
A mind in flurry, memories
Swarm around her soul; she sees
These things she'd once forgotten

A mare in only age
Infinite in broken wisdom
Feathers singed by judging glares
Smashed; she is eternal

Born in error, always seen
Try to change what she has been
She shall never alter ways
In the eyes of early days

She, the child flame
Born mistake and now beloved
We're her children, all be-gloved
With a purposed heart

All our eyes upon her
Hers to one way and to that
The silent mare that hides within
Our all-connecting truth