Poem of intent. · 4:12am Jan 26th, 2015
I know where I want the story to go
but I am afraid the words will not flow.
Bad dreams are an art as much as the gore
and I know my fans all clamor for more.
The show must go on, more tension will build.
It will not be long 'fore somepony's killed.
This poem brought to you by Laird's Applejack. Distilled and in business since 1780. Figured I'd share it with all my readers rather than just the guy I responded to. I am writing, but it is coming so slow.