Queen Chrysalis
Your queen has lived her eternal life.
But now, let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love,
Let me rest, for my spirit has had its bounty of days and nights;
Light the candles and burn the incense around my bed,
And scatter leaves of jasmine and roses over my body;
Embalm my hair with frankincense and sprinkle my wings with perfume,
And read what the hooves of death has written on my forehead.
Love makes us strong,
So let me rest in the arms of Slumber, for my open eyes are tired;
Let the silver-stringed lyre quiver and soothe my spirit;
Weave from the harp and lute a veil around my withering heart.
Love make us weak,
So sing, sing the song of pasting,
As you behold the dawn of hope in my eyes,
For it's magic meaning is a soft bed upon which my heart rests.
Love makes us see,
So dry your tears, my subjects, and raise your heads,
As the flowers raise their crowns to greet the dawn.
Look at the bride of Death,
Standing like a column of light between my bed and the infinite;
Hold your breath and listen with me to the beckoning rustle of her pink wings.
Love makes us blind,
But be strong, come close and bid me farewell; touch my eyes with smiling lips.
Let the nymphs grasp my hooves with soft and loving care;
Let the ages place their veined hooves upon my head and bless me;
Let the drones come close and see the shadow of God in my eyes,
And hear the echo of its will racing with my breath.
Love make us able,
And I have passed a mountain peak,
And my soul is soaring in the firmament defeat and unbound failure;
I am far, far away, my companions,
And the clouds are hiding the hills from my eyes.
The love have become flooded with an ocean of silence,
And the shield of oblivion are engulfing the roads and the houses;
The prairies and fields are disappearing behind a pink specter,
That looks like the embodiment of love.
White as the goddess and red as the twilight.
...It is good to sacrifice one’s life for her hive,
But think it;
Who will look after the hive when I will be no more?
To be noble and to be a queen,
Blind in one’s feeling of devotion and dedication is good,
But not excessively;
As a leader who lead the movement can slip away,
And meddle with the crowds to blend in or escape any mishappening or occurrence;
Take they oaths before coming to power,
And vanish out of sight.
Today they will place the wreaths before my photo;
Calling me a ferocious enemy, queen of the no-land,
Everywhere there will be no admirers for me,
But posthumously when no more.
When no more in the world, they will remember us instantly,
For the time being,
Take your undaunted bravery;
And sacrifice that made you for the hive.
From a simple drone turn you into a hero of noble fame,
But when the time envelopes in more days;
They will forget me,
And record me not.
The hive will not remember me as a leader in terms of queens;
Premiers and Presidents,
Not those who struggled, suffered and sacrificed their lives for the hive.
It has been said, too much devotion is a but a sign of the thief’s;
So say I,
Why do you call yourself a dedicated and devoted changeling of the hive?
Let the ponies take my crown and my royalty and light on the borders,
Let them click their fiery tongue and spew fumes;
The rhetoric is not the thing that I have come hear from.
When you will be more, none will come to see my grave,
The die in harness cases;
When I be no more, your hive will come to feel it,
Yourself but Equestria not,
Sacrificing my life whimsically in a craze for;
It will be pumped like a balloon and burst.
You are not seeing as you had been blind in your devotion;
And dedication for the hive,
Then the whole of the swarm had been with you;
Now none is with me, only I myself, your queen.
Carry my legacy and heritage, good things and bad things;
Whom to say to,
How persistent you subjects had been;
None but I myself know it,
Whom to say it to make you repeal my failure?
The princesses did not give me the love in your life-time,
Now after my death, it is giving posthumously;
As for my selfless services rendered,
And after giving it, they will forget me;
And my hive once more.
Love makes us disable,
So sing the songs of the waves and the hymns of the streams are scattered,
And the voices of the throngs reduced to silence;
And I can hear naught but the music of Eternity,
In exact harmony with the spirit's desires.
I am cloaked in full whiteness;
I am in comfort;
I am in peace.
No,
Unwrap me from this white linen shroud,
And clothe me with leaves of jasmine and lilies;
Take my body from the ivory cacoon,
And let it rest upon pillows of illuminating blossoms.
Lament me not, but sing songs of youth and joy;
Shed not tears upon me, but sing of harvest and the winepress;
Utter no sigh of agony,
But draw upon my face with your hooves the symbol of Love and Joy.
Disturb not the air's tranquility with chanting and requiems,
But let your hearts sing with me the song of Eternal Life;
Mourn me not with apparel of black,
But dress in color and rejoice with me;
Talk not of my departure with sighs in your hearts;
Close your eyes and you will see me with you forevermore.
We wanted only love...
Place me upon clusters of leaves;
And carry my upon your shoulders,
And walk slowly to the deserted plain.
Take me not to the crowded burying ground;
Lest my slumber be disrupted by the rattling of bones and shells.
Carry me to the cypress plains,
And dig my grave where violets and jokes grow not in the other's shadow;
Let my grave be deep,
So that the flood will not carry my shell to the open valley;
Let my grace be wide,
So that the twilight shadows will come and sit by me.
Take from me all earthly raiment,
And place me deep in my mother Earth;
And place me with care upon my mother's arms.
Cover me with soft earth,
And let each hoofful be mixed With seeds of jasmine, lilies and myrtle;
And when they grow above me, and thrive on my body's element,
They will breath the fragrance of my heart into space;
And reveal even to the sun the secret of my peace;
And sail with the breeze and comfort the wayfarer.
But now it's forever lost,
So leave me then, my loyal subjects - leave me and depart on mute feet,
As the silence walks in the deserted plain;
Leave me to God and disperse yourselves slowly,
As the roses and poison joke disperse under the vibration of Equestrias breeze.
Go back to the joy of your dwellings,
And you will find there that which death cannot remove from you and me.
Leave with place, for what you see here is far away in meaning from the earthly world.
Leave me.
So your queen can have her eternal rest