Relics and Writeoff Stories

by FloydienSlip

Ode to Change

Author's Note:

This was written for the May 2015 Writeoff. This will be the only "poetry" you will ever see me from me, because I learned very quickly that I can't keep a cadence in the stanzas.

So enjoy. Or not.

I know the songs from days of old
That spoke of all my power.
I know the tales that young bards told,
How I changed sweet to sour.

They say that I was born in light,
But darkness in me grew.
They say that I lived just for plight,
And I know this is true.

For in me there is much turmoil,
A Chaos much engorged.
I dropped the seeds into the soil
And Elements were forged.

I reigned terror across the years,
Much to my heart's delight.
I rained chocolate to match the tears
That cursed me as a blight.

Yet still I carried on my way,
Til the sisters pony
Used Harmony to banish me
And turned me all stony.

A thousand years then came and passed,
And I watched from my cell.
Until three fillies broke my fast,
Scoots, Apple, and Belle.

But this was not to last, you see,
For Elements still were.
Twilight Sparkle and all her friends
Won, with a rainbow blur.

All of my tricks were not enough
To turn all against all,
And thus I became once more rough
In my second downfall.

But then I was told about change,
Which I gladly wanted.
But once explained, my heart felt strange
And my spirit haunted.

So Six set me free, and then I
Started causing a mess.
Until threatened, so twitched my eye
And agreed to make less.

Fluttershy, the yellowy one,
Was convinced I could change,
Evil magic could be undone,
And good instead my range.

I led her on, and led her on,
Believing I had won.
But she felt hurt, and then was gone,
And then it wasn't fun.

I'd never truly had a friend,
One on whom to rely,
She was only means to an end...
Then I started to cry.

She did reform me, I admit,
As much as it hurts to say.
But like a candle that was lit,
Part of me died that day.

You know about the Gala trip,
And of my Smoozy date.
Jealousy resurged, then a drip
Of my old self felt great.

But in spite of this, and all that,
I do not have regret
For my past actions, none of that
Will I pay back my debt.

In short, you are who you are, and the past is the past. Let it go, and live each day as it was your last.