Broken Bindings

by anonpencil

Page 14

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Are you tired from your day?
Yes, I've spent the day at play.
Then lay back, rest your head, my dear.
Relax and rest your head.

Are your feet sore from your run?
Yes, but it was so much fun!
Then put your feet by the fire, my dear.
Just rest them by the fire.

Do your arms feel very sore?
Yes, I can't lift them anymore.
Then fold them across your chest, my dear.
Near your heart, across your chest.

Are you feeling very cold?
Yes, the winter's getting bold.
Then we'll shut it all outside, my dear.
We'll shut the cold outside.

Are your eyes worn out by sight?
Yes, and they can't see at night.
Then shut your eyes to the dark, my dear.
Don't look into the dark.

Are you weary from your mind?
Yes, bad thoughts are all I find.
Then sleep and have good dreams, my dear.
No nightmares, just good dreams.

Comments

[Pyro Kittens In Suits]

I might be wrong, but it almost sounds like someone being put to rest. Resting their head and eyes, as well as placing their arms across their heart is a pose for someone trapped within a coffin.

[Zaten the Changeling]

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Now that you mention it... it DOES sound a bit... hmm... off, don't you think?

[Ice Star]

Are you feeling very cold? Yes, the winter's getting bold. Then we'll shut it all outside, my dear. We'll shut the cold outside.

Sounds like the kinda shit you'd hear about in a plague-ridden town.

Almost as if you were dying.

🤔

[The Real Anonymous Pony]

What is Muse?
She claims that she used to be a pony, but then says stuff like feet and arms.

P.S. I like the story and the puzzles -Except Muse's lullaby which is being rather difficult to figure out.
I'm just messing with the author and mean no ill will.

[sere]

Do your arms feel very sore? Yes, I can't lift them anymore. Then fold them across your chest, my dear. Near your heart, across your chest.

First of all, this sounds a lot like the pose of someone inside a coffin. No other death imagery pops out at me from the other stanzas, but death could easily fit with all of them. Either book pony is rather oblivious to this, or has a strange idea of what is comforting. I'm starting to lean towards the latter.

Second, arms? The previous stanza mentions feet, as well. It seems odd for a song supposedly sung by a pony mother to her pony daughter.

It's starting to look like book pony has some big secrets. Especially if she's Muse, and if she had something to do with the murders(?) in that pastebin link.

[LeylaQuartz]

Reminds me of the "lullabies" I used to write in school. Lullabies to the dead or those who bullied enough that I wanted....
My English teachers compared me to Edgar Allen Poe, lol.