The Monster In AppleBloom

by unicorn92243

7. Sleep Of Death

Chapter 7

Sleep Of Death

Such things it is that I do dream,
That fills my mind when comes the night,
Strange how it will always seem,
To part terrify and part delight.

Sleeping Beauty had it good,
Not a worry or a care,
If left alone as oh she should,
Then she'd still be lying there.

Now I feel the soft kiss of death,
And I gently close my eyes,
I feel the slowing of my breath,
As I give forth one last sigh.

So now I truly rest in peace,
No more sadness no more pain,
I finally feel great release,
The cause of torment has been slain.

Shall I fly away now,
High on angel wings,
Tell me then how is it, how?
That I feel not these things?

And then I wake,
And this I feel,
Must my heart break,
To make it real?

A living death,
A world of sorrow,
Each painful breath,
Upon each morrow.

And so I sleep, hope not to wake,
The only peace that I may know.
But inside I still must ache,
Even if none ever know.

Apple Bloom stared down blankly at her latest poem. The more she thought about it, the more she thought that her friends and family would be better off without her. Sure they would grieve for awhile, but they’d get over it. She was just a burden to them.

That afternoon, while fixing some lunch for herself, she looked at the knife she’d been using to cut up an apple. She wondered what it would feel like to... to...

Slowly she brought it to her left foreleg, just under the hoof, and started to slide it across...

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Comments

[APoeticHeart]

No,no,no please Applebloom, NO! Wow! Her poetry reminds me of the legend of dark poetry, Edgar Allan Poe.

[MajesticPoniesEverywhere]

2527695 OMG hell no this is like his long lost little sister freaking "Nevermore" and her depression is the black crow.