De Writer's Tale
De Writer wandered the Equestrian land
For all the long ages since he was banned.
He wrote long ago and continues this day
To record the reign of the Night and the Day.
He wrote the laying of the first stone
Of the fortress that housed Celestia’s Throne.
Celestia and Luna began the great fight
Over whose were the skies and who had the right.
Each commanded De Writer to say
That hers alone was the only right way
But De Writer was guided by the word of another,
Of BOTH Princesses, their Mother.
His words in the Chronicle angered the two.
On THIS they agreed what to do!
From the Court and the Castle, he was sent away
But his impartial pages still recorded their fray.
The Chronicle grew and none could say how
But De Writer continued to fulfill his vow.
Long in the past, before the rulers were born,
De Writer was simply a blue unicorn
When, to the Mother, he bowed his horn
She gave him charge of the Orb of the Ages
To assist in the writing of his honest pages.
In it could be seen from present to past
Giving the Chronicler a view that was vast.
But one small thing had been unsaid
The keeper of the Orb could not be dead.
The Ob and its keeper in TRUE present are found,
The moment that’s gone and cannot be bound.
All that is seen, all that is heard, is already PAST.
The Orb and its Keeper continued to last
In the Orb he sees things that are true
And Writes the truth as he was ordered to do.
Down through the ages to the PRESENT he’s bound
As family and friends he’s laid in the ground.
His heart, with his love, in many a grave
And he continues, to the Orb a slave.
And he Writes, as he must,
While his Loves become dust.
