A Compilation of Pony Poetry

by TheKissoftheVoid

Through Ashes

Neath burning skies and ashen clouds
The grimace of a world chagrined
The phantoms of the quailing crowds
Still whisper on the hollow wind

A chorus to the counterpoint
Of hooves that beat forward and on
From out another darkless night
And unto one more shrouded dawn

Steady and hard they tread the path
And though each bears a different name
Be it Terror or Hope or Wrath
Each road is trodden just the same

But soon the beat of steps will go
And with them the course that was laid
And stillness will hang soft and low
And silence call to be obeyed

For in the limbo we have made
All things fade, all things fade

Author's Note:

Inspired by this image here.