A collection of MLP themed poems, put up as I write them
I may not be much of a writer, but I put these things together when inspiration strikes. And after pondering it some, I realized that I'm just going to lose them all if I don't post them somewhere.
So I'll be adding them here as I come up with them. They'll mostly rhyme, but not always of course. I've marked them slice of life, but they'll really vary. Not that I expect anyone to read them, they'll mostly be here just so that I can keep track of them.
This poem was originally written in Russian by GreyPon, and the original can be read here. I ended up writing a translation because I enjoyed the original work.
There are secrets that hide in the dark, And not always do they wish you well. On my tale let us embark, How I chanced my doom to repel.
In that moonless hour of night, The winds howled and beat at the glass. And it seemed any moment they might, Into my cozy house to pass.
Withdrawn into music was I, Didn't hear it's call right away. By the window a shadow draws, As it quietly knocked for parley.
From the ground are six stories fixed, And my guest seemed to be Scootaloo. As I hurried over transfixed, In excitement my pulse only grew.
I was very amazed at this sight, Making certain it truly was she. Even in this most faint of light, That this wasn't a dreams' escapee.
And I almost flipped open the latch, To allow her entry inside. But I froze a moment to catch. In my mind a warning then cried!
I have heard of a tale told late, Almost laughably fitting this core. And recalling that most cruel fate, Quickly down the curtains I bore.
With a nighttime window unlocked… It was lucky I guessed to deny, As it wasn't a pony that knocked. For you see, Scootaloo cannot fly.
On desolate moon is our prison of ages The passage of time leaves no marks in the dust We stay locked inside but our spirit still rages Yet we shall have vengeance for this treatment unjust
And what was my sin, for which sister most kind Has left us here trapped in our namesakes' cage? To stare from the cold at all we left behind As we stay unchanged and look on from offstage?
Just sharing my gift of the beautiful night Of stars as the jewels and flowing patterns Of mysteries, secrets, a poets delight My moon softly shining with glow of lanterns...
And this they all shun, ignoring the beauty In ignorance, fear, my work was left bare For centuries on we stayed true to the duty But as years passed so too grew our despair
In anger we struck, not for pride, but in pain For what we deserve what is our just right In this, as in all, sisters Sun was our bane With Elements donned, she has stolen our night
This cage is well built, but our light is eternal, We'll weather it through, and escape this abyss... Our strength has not waned, we'll defeat Sun infernal! And to see her once more... How my sister I miss.