Ballad of the Forgotten Apple

by Ice Star

The Tragedy of Twenty Apples

The tale of Rome Beau,
Is one every Apple should know

How in her duty she remained steadfast
and doomsday she did out last

She guided nineteen foals
And protected each of their dear souls

Never did she give in
On her mission to protect her kin

Through age, sickness, and sorrow
She never lost her dream of Tomorrow

Until at her journey's end
Only then did she greet death as her friend

Nineteen seeds did she scatter
Yet her bound family did grow and shatter

Although she believed their location would suffice
The siblings became divided in the land of ice

Pink Lady, second born became a wife
But it was bringing her own foal into the world that took her life

Third born Fuji became a courier of news
Though in his line of duty it was his life that he would loose

Fourth born Wealthy was well named
'Twas for his money he was maimed

Fifth born Cripps-Pink lived only to fade
Becoming naught but a vengeful shade

Bonza who came sixth refused to say anything but a lie
Though she outlived her grounded enemies, cleverly soaring ever so high

Empire, the seventh name was an unusual misnomer
For like us Apples, he was a wind-bound roamer

Crab, Eighth in line was fond of territorial order
Drawing, with every line a defined boarder

Dear Ninth was musical Ambrosia who sang with a voice divine and clear,
Though she was stuck in buildings with empty rooms and homemade beer

Tenth was war-mad Jazz,
Sadly she perished in battle for holding her spear like a spazz

Eleventh was fortune blessed Cox, residing in his manor
Yet he stole young foals to fill the ranks under his banner

Cameo is the elusive twelfth, who traveled the north-lands in disguise
His shadowy hood hiding his sightless eyes

Thirteen, Royal-Gala joined the Earth Pony Court
The other tribes she longed to thwart

Fair Fourteen is Pacific Rose
Glorious and blessed her life knew no woes

Fifteenth is foolish Akane
By hungry dragons he was slain

At our Sixteenth is sweet, small, and youthful Anna, who if you ever meet you should run
Every war she fought in she won

Then in rank Seventeen we have crazed Araine
Her frightening insanity caused others great pain

Gruff is Eighteenth, Baldwin of the Blade
A bandit adept in the Art of The Raid

Mute and voiceless, nineteen is Beacon who would always mope
Although it is said if you find her spectre she will preach to you of hope

Here concludes the tale of twenty Apples of whom we descend
More then on of them met with a tragic end

Comments

[Starlight Nova]

Why is this story in the non-standard ponies category of The World Building Alliance?

[Ice Star]

7668792 It has depictions of Crystal Pony culture and Pre-Equestrian documentation.

[Ice Star]

8102921 There were more... there were some parts of this story that were pretty subtle with clues and such...