My Little Poems - Ponies with Metal

by Lectuiae

Marked Ones Drown (Lunaverse)

MARKED ONES DROWN

Followed her to the town below moonlight
Through the maze of shades to the heart of forest
In the night we dance, enjoying the endless feast
Yet can you hear
How the past keeps haunting us for our sins…

Have you seen those ruins, where the plague took place
“My child –” She’s hexed, marked by a black curse
“Her mark –” An impure sign of a plague
Rid of her, it will spread as we speak!

“Little one drowns, she will drown, drown, deeper down
the river wild will purify your cursed child.
Little one drowns, she will drown, drown, deeper down
the waters take her away with her cursed mark.
Marked ones drown, they will drown, drown, deeper down
the river wild will caress their impure souls.
Marked ones drown, they must drown, drown, deeper down
in the deeps they can rot with their cursed marks.
Marked ones drown, they must all drown, deeper down
with their marks gone our town’s safe once more.”

You’re still here, newcomer, innocent child?
If the evening ends, you can’t escape
Run away before you’re trapped inside
Leave us be
We deserve to be punished for the sins we did…

“Aren’t you satisfied in our paradise town?
Why not join us, kelpies’ eternal feast?”
“Why should I…” “Either that or take my baptism,
and I will wash out the disease!”

My way is just and righteous
the way to keep our town at bliss
I am the ruling guardian
I shepherd my kin, without me they’re lost

“I was once drowned; I rot now on the bottom ground
the river flows over my bare bones.
I am cursed one, for them I now forever roam
no one sees me, the product of their lost cause.”

His silvery words won’t ease my guilt:
My child lies down the stream, forever there she rests…

“Marked ones drown; they must all drown deeper down,
in the deeps they can rot with their cursed marks.
She knows too much, she must drown, drown, deeper down,
with her gone my town’s safe once more.”

Author's Note:

I got inspired to write this quick piece when listening Ghost River's disturbingly fitting chorus while reading a Lunaverse fan fic "Dinky and the Blanks". Thus this one's actually my first poem not based on any FiM episode, but on a fanfiction.
For those familiar with the fic: Anette is Mitta, Marco is Grey Hoof, the choir is Ruby and Dinky has a one-line cameo.