Thirty Minute Pony Stories

Fluttershy was the first to fall

The first to answer death’s soft call

Her passing peaceful and serene

She felt no pain, she just stopped being.

She was found within the forest deep

In her favorite glade, as though asleep

She had gone to fetch herbs on that day

Napped in the sun and faded away

We buried her in her bright glade

The grave was dug, her body laid

Words were spoken, tears were shed

Soft kisses laid upon her head.

The forest beasts still guard her grave

In payment for the help she gave

She saved many nearing death’s door

So they’ll guard her forevermore

We pay her a visit every day

Within the glade in which she lay

We speak to her, we laugh and cry

And sometimes ask “Why did you die?”

She’d tell us all not to be sad

Her life was full and she was glad

She was honored to call us friends

But soon enough everything ends

We know someday we’ll reunite

When death extinguishes our light

And yet it tore our souls inside

On that sad day when Kindness died…

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Comments by Kyronea:

A dark, yet touching poem about poor Fluttershy. She died peacefully, loved by all, still cared for, still remembered, never forgotten. I like the way you used the title as the final line of the poem—it helped add a lot.