Thirty Minute Pony Stories

With Strength must come weakness.

One’s steeled hooves comes with pride.

One’s swift wings comes with an aloof glide.

One’s takht of magic comes with malicious voices that bide.

If a Queen controls all three, what does she gain?

Surely unsurpassed Strength, unparalleled Swiftness, unreal Arts.

With the Strength of one hundred hearts,

The Queen crafts lawful charts.

Though her words be gently spoken, she speaks through magic darts.

And yet, the Queen is further strong.

Death, she fears not, for through the infinite, she breathes.

Her longevity, fearsome, able to shatter Death’s teeth.

Her wings, pure and just, force Death’s sword to sheathe.

For true, with strength must come weakness.

Should Death strike through stone, her weakness shall be plain.

For Strength, the Queen is blind.

For Swiftness, the Queen is alone.

For Horn’s Arts, the Queen’s blood is lined

With life.  The usurped shall be known.

For true, she will still live.

Twisted with loneliness, the Queen lives.

Malformed with gouged eyes, the Queen lives.

Gnarled with shattered hooves, the Queen lives.

Reborn from a bloodless, loveless heart, the Queen lives.

Long live the Queen! Amidst the darkness she will make light.

Long live the Queen! Underneath the trees shall the new take root.

Long live the Queen! Crush their hearts! The absence of love is their blight!

Long live the Queen! Return the favor! Usurp the Sun and Moon!

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RWL’s Commentary

This poem has some pretty creepy imagery, particularly of “the queen” having gouged eyes and shattered hooves. It leaves me wondering who exactly the queen is. The reference to usurpation makes me assume Nightmare Moon but I can’t be sure. There’s a lot of great images in this though. Nice work!