Spike writes poetry in honor of Twilight Sparkle for her birthday.
With Twilight's birthday coming up, Spike wants to make her something special that she can treasure forever. Since he couldn't collect enough gems to make a crown, he decided to write this collection of poems.
Praise to her whose power eclipses the mighty Praise to her whose wisdom surpasses all knowing Thanks to her who raised a dragon as her family Thanks to her who never stops growing
I love her who has little love for her fame I love her who has love for me that cannot die I know her silk, lavender mane I know her love that sparkles in her eyes
She never lets me think I am just her pawn She always looks to make sure I am standing by her side She never lets me doubt I have a place to belong She always looks at me with a smile and says, “You are mine.”
Her heart is beauteous For it has enough room for all her friends and for me Her heart is wondrous For it has become one with my heart and made us family
Twilight Sparkle is my hero, my life, my heart, and my world I bless everyday, hour, minute, and second that I stand beside her
I died. In my egg, I died. My heart stopped beating a long time ago.
My egg wasn’t supposed to live. No magic could undo death. But hers did.
She brought me to life when I had died. Her magic burst turned my death into a sleep I woke up from. Twilight brought me life.
What do you call the one who restores life where death should reign? Defiler? What do you call the one who made your heart beat again? Doctor? What do you call the one who brings you into the world? Mother? What do you call the one who gives the once dead a place in her heart? Protector? Sister? Friend?
I died until the moment I met Twilight. Then, I began to live real life.
Be there for her. She gets stressed without a constant friend. Get used to reading. You’ll be doing it every day. Learn how to cook. She’ll appreciate the help. Open your mind. You will always be learning from her. Tell her how much you love her. She needs to hear it every night. Tell her when she’s wrong. You have to make her understand. Bring her out to party. She can spend too much time inside and become a recluse. Befriend her friends. You’ll want the approval of the most important ponies in her life. Listen to her problems. Sometimes, she just needs someone to talk to. Let her be right. Whenever you can, let her be right. Stay true to her or I’ll burry you alive. Make sure we’re friends. I want to like you so she won’t worry about us fighting. Learn to love museums and libraries. She loves those. Be cool with her brother. You don’t want to mess with the captain of the royal guard. Treat her like any other mare. She gets embarrassed by praise easily. Treat her like a goddess. You owe her constant praise and devotion. Make her smile. She needs happiness more than she could ever know. Above all else, if I could give you any other advise, it is this: Try to love her as much as I do.
He chained me to the wall and left me in darkness He whipped my scales but I did not yield He grabbed me by the throat and snarled “Why hold out for her? She doesn’t love you slave. She didn’t invite you to her last birthday party, to Cloudsdale, or even to a gathering of friends. She never does anything for you. She’ll help her friends with their problems, but you? You are a problem to her. That’s why she always leaves you behind on adventures, why she never considers your feelings, and that’s why she hasn’t rushed to save you. Can she really be your friend, when she won’t ask Celestia who are your parents? You mean nothing to her.”
I raised my face and met his scowl with narrowed eyes I opened my mouth and Drew up my courage to say “You think I don’t know? Yeah, she doesn’t always come through for me. When she adopted me, she was just a kid. How could anyone expect that she know how to mother or how to sister? Maybe she isn’t always there when I need her, but she comes through more often than not. Sure, she spends time with her friends and goes on adventures, but I’m the only one she trusts enough to watch over her home. Never considers my feelings? How often do we turn to consider the feelings of a passing stranger? Not often I would guess. Twilight does care about my feelings. I know because I care about hers, and I am who I am because of her, therefore she must care. Certainly she can lose herself in her studies. But studies never kept her from tucking me in at night, or feeding me gemstones, or teaching me. She told me over and over that I am no slave, but a friend. She does not lie. Yes, she can fall short. She never takes to solving the riddle of who I am, but how can she when threats like you exist? I am not the child of my parents, I am the child of Twilight’s magic, the child of her care. We both have flaws, we both fall short, but that doesn’t mean we have no love for each other. And if she isn’t here now, she soon will be.” He smacks me with the whip, “Stubborn child.” I stare through swollen eyes, “You mistake stubbornness with faith.”
A door breaks down, violet light flashes, in a second he’s crumpled to the ground, and I am freed from my chains. She has me on her back, as a spell numbs my pain She whispers in my ear, “I love you, Spike.”
My lips tremble but I do not struggle to reply I say, “I love you too.”
We stand at the ruins of our once home Now a stump smoldered with charcoal chalk and dull dark dust The tree where two Canterlot visitors lived together Where two friends found a new home forever Stares lifelessly like a tombstone straight at us
We stand at the ruins of our once home All the memories, escaping from the rain with our friends Telling ghost stories by the flashlight Jumping when we hear a thud in the night No more of those memories here at this end
We stand at the ruins of our once home All the memories, learning friendship and camaraderie Writing letters to the princess beneath our oak tree Gentle nights together just you and me Now those times here only live in memory
We stand at the ruins of our once home We realize our library home is forever gone We hold each other with tears and many a sigh We close our eyes but find a way to smile We have each other so our Home lives on
We played 1,2,3, here comes the choo-choo train, and see Spot run We played princess and knight with cardboard swords and plastic tiaras and pillow fortresses We played close your mouth when you chew, and bath time for you We played walk to mommy, write your name, and don’t write on the wall We played when I grow up I want to marry you Twilight and You must be the smartest pony in the world Twilight and Look how big you’ve grown Spike and I love you Twilight and I love you too Spike We played Spike write a letter to the Princess and Twilight I think you should get out more and Spike I’m fine We played Happy Mother’s day Twilight and Sorry Spike I can’t play I’ve got to study and Twilight can I take the day off I’m feeling sick and Sit down I’m making you some soup We played Brother and sister, chess, and Go Fish We played Bake a cake (which I must say was difficult with Twilight’s cooking skills), Write a 100 page research paper (which I must say was difficult with my inability to understand physics), and Binge reading We played Make new friends but keep the old ones, Take a nap Twilight you’ve been up all night reading, and Go to sleep Spike you can’t read comics all night We played You’re not acting like the Spike I love and You’re not going to be sent back to Magic Kindergarden, Take the Crystal Heart and I’m never going to send you away, You should go find out who you are Spike and High-ho Twilight away We played every game in every way possible, even when the game wasn’t fun for either of us, and never stop playing teammates, friends, family, two sides of one coin, and a world
Twilight Velvet brags about you to all her friends and loves to say that she knew her daughter was going to change the world Night Light says he can only think about you with pride and cries with happiness when he looks at your photo album and sees how far you have come Shining Armor once told me you are the best sister in all of Equestria because you listen to his problems no matter how silly they may seem Cadence said she couldn’t be happier to be your sister in law because she knows you will pass all your gifts on to Flurry Heart Applejack thinks you’re wise because of how humble you are and knows her family might not still have the farm without you Rainbow Dash hates to admit it but you are the reason she got into reading and passed the Wonderbolt Exam Pinkie Pie appreciates how you make ponies smile just by being yourself and helping others Rarity admires your work ethic in your academic pursuits and how you never stop trying to improve yourself everyday Fluttershy wishes she could feel as brave as you do but feels a little less scared of dragons and monsters whenever she watches you face danger head on Big Mac likes how you don’t care about being the center of attention and your refined tastes Applebloom said you’re the smartest pony in Equestria and there’s nothing you can’t figure out Sweetie Belle thinks you have as much persistence and passion in everything you do as Rarity and loves learning spells from you Scootaloo feels confident she will fly when she thinks about how you got used to your wings and thinks about you like a second sister Moondancer knows you two haven’t always been on the best terms but is glad you two could reconnect and become friends Princess Ember thinks that with your help and advise she can be the first Dragon Lord to bring ponies and dragons together Discord will never admit it to your face but even he is surprised by how you show the power of friendship to him and touch every heart And Trixie certainly will never admit that she knows you are skilled in all magic Starlight Glimmer told me that she owes you her life because you taught her how friendship can heal the broken heart Princess Luna is grateful to you, not only for breaking a thousand year curse, but for helping other ponies see the beauty of the night and for helping her overcome her own doubts and her own demons Princess Celestia proclaims that you are the best student she has ever had. Everything you do inspires other ponies, helps them grow, and opens their hearts. She considers you a champion of Equestria equal to her in every way, and feels her heart alive with absolute pride when she sees your face or hears your name.
I want to write a sling of words to say my thanks to Twilight and to elevate her but I want to do so without taking back a single word in the writing process. This is a challenge certainly as I have to have faith in my words but Twilight deserves the outpouring of my heart so I will do my best. Twilight is one of the most brilliant ponies I’ve ever known and not just because she’s intelligent, which she is, but also because everything she does she does with all her passion and all her heart. She shines like a beacon to all in need or lost in the darkness, and I am sorry for using such a colloquialism but it just came into mind so it just happened. Twilight is between the Night and the Light, which is to say she stands shoulder to shoulder with them in upholding the peace of Equestria and every pony looks up to her even when she doesn’t think she is special. She’s too humble to make a deal out of it but it is really incredible to think about. When I look at her, I have to remember that she has yet to achieve her full potential because she will never stop growing because she is always growing every day even in little ways I can’t see. So here’s to Twilight. Have a happy birthday. You deserve nothing but the best, hero and friend to all Equestria and family to me.
If I really searched my heart, I’m not sure Rarity would be the mare who takes up the most space. Sure she’d take a good deal of it, but Twilight would have so much more. If I look at myself in the mirror, I can’t ever see my parents staring back. I see Twilight staring back through our purple smile and gentle eyes. If I look at the blue sky, I don’t worry about it falling. How can I when Twilight holds my world upward? If I gaze into the stars in the night sky, I never feel insignificant. I have purpose and shine because She loves me.
I know you hate being the center of attention So I won’t say anything that would make you feel embarrassed No, I won’t say that you were the first thing my eyes ever saw Nor will I say you are the most gifted magician and scholar in Equestria And of course I will not recount the countless times you saved the world Nor will I dwell on the fact that without you I would be dead I wouldn’t even dream of mentioning the many ways you taught me that family is more than mom and dad and how family is where you are loved and always welcomed and always belong No, I won’t say a word about any of that. I’ll just say Happy Birthday, Twilight Sparkle. I love you.
The night falls bright on sunset sky The stars seem far to mortal eye We know the glow of blessed sun You see with me another day done Next day they say is oh-so hard But I get by with you, my heart
I want to say how much I admire you But I stand behind bars called words
I must work within their rules
If I want to praise you
Some of my feelings voiced by the pen
But those don’t show my love without end I want to say how much I cherish you But I bear chains called symbols
A sentence cannot give you an embrace
My words might charm but they have no face
Nor lips to kiss you and my heart to give
Words may be lovely but they do not live I want to say how much I love you But I bear shackles called the world
My mind and soul cannot live out there so they must stay inside me
My love and soul derive sustenance where the world cannot see
Words can only speak a fraction of my art
For words cannot speak the depths of my heart Just know that you bring this prisoner closer to freedom each day You help me believe I’ll fling these foolish chains away Until then, I will follow their law but speak from the soul locked inside And exclaim soul love from my jaws for you dear Twilight
The scariest day of my life was the day Twilight caught a fever. I was three years old and she wouldn’t get out of bed. She just kept coughing and sneezing and I couldn’t do anything. She needed help but I didn’t know what to do.
I was three years old and she couldn’t get out of bed. Her parents told me it was just a flue but her mom looked worried. She needed help but I didn’t know what to do. All I could do was stay by her side and watch Twilight’s pain.
Her parents told me it was just a flue but her dad looked worried. I despised myself for being so useless. All I could do was stay by her side and watch Twilight’s pain. I kept begging her not to leave but she just gave me a weak smile.
I despised myself for being so useless. She just kept coughing and sneezing and I couldn’t do anything. I kept begging her not to leave me—she gave me a weak smile. The scariest day of my life was the day Twilight caught a fever.
We live not between the era of dawn nor dusk, whose night or light descend across the land as gently as a blanket, lifted or placed on top of our slumbering forms. We live in the era between the day, her luminous, lustrous, gold bathes the land, and the night, her delicate diamonds dotting the sky calm cooling land, when the borders between the sun and diamond starts to fade, granting us a sight of nature in balance. We live not at an end, of sight or of dreams, but at a beginning, of possibilities, unchartered courses we have yet to take, of trials, tasks to make us grow, and of love, whether we share such tenderness beneath the sun or nuzzled like birds in the chill of the moon. We live in a time that She makes, that She crafts through Her kindness, humility, loyalty, and justice. We live in the Time of Twilight.
Twilight’s like my mom and my sister. She’s my mister. So she’s a guy? No! I meant that she’s like a mom and a sister to me. But you called her a mister. It was a joke! I was combining mother and sister, like mister. But Twilight’s not a guy. I know that! It’s supposed to be clever. I don’t get it. I used letters from sister and mother to say mister. Okay, but you still called her a guy. Well, what would you say then? Twilight’s like your mom and your sister. She’s your smother. … Darn you, that’s clever.
Children of the night and the light, dusk dawn midnight twilight, gain from the sun’s shining rays and the night’s vast space. Dusk has the hardness of night and a gentle touch of light Dawn has the hardness of light and an echoing whisper of night Midnight stands between the day and the night Twilight is the last sunrays before the night Each child has their heart, each child crafts day’s night and night’s day art As the day and night trade places, we see their children’s faces trickling across the sky like watercolor paint On chariots they lead the new world in, from Canterlot to Griffonstone they rain their tapestries like water from an urn and we look to them
We look to them for hope, to show us what night and day cannot
We look to them for art, when the night and the day sing in tune
We look to them for courage, when clouds hide the sun and moon
We look to them for comfort, to see night and day never rot
We look to them for wisdom, of day and night enlightenment and mysteries
We look to them for community, watching with our loved ones
We look to them for strength, they show day’s victory is won
We look to them for meaning, to make sense of senseless history Dusk tells one such as I that the time has come to rest weary eyes Dawn uses her light, brings me to life and refills me with might to face any strife Midnight changes me as the clock’s tick rearranges the cricket’s nightsong Twilight, the loveliest of heralds, is whom I call home for she is the emerald that never lets me feel alone.
She shows me the balance of night and day that I can find in my heart Took me into her heart and showed a way for one without family to find a start Flaws were few as together we grew to become with two hearts stronger, better Even now she crescendos into a louder, prouder symphony, that echoes all the tranquility found in her harmony, and to my surprise just being by her side, I find growth in me I grow because she grows. I guide because she guides. I know because she knows. I strive because she strives. I persevere because she perseveres. I hold friends dear because she holds me dear.
I love because she loves, everyone and me. So as she passes another year, I reflect on my mother, my sister, my friend And face tomorrow without fear, knowing her love will never end.