Fast Ponies, Faster Fingers

by TheDriderPony

Queen's Lament [Dark] [Sad] [Poetry] [Changelings]

Will you still love me if I fail,
when all tides turn and face the pale?
If plans of mine are doomed to sour,
be made undone by friendship's power?
When changing face is not enough,
to feed you all with lover's bluff?
When brutal force we must require,
so we don't from hunger, expire.
So if a villain I must be,
how then will you all think of me?
To risk my and my people's lives,
in hope at least a few survives.
If all I've built comes crashin' down,
and I wear naught but ashen crown;
and every single subject's died,
will you still love me cause I tried?

Author's Note:

Original Prompt: Ashen Crown
Poetry Contest