No Words · 10:01am Apr 30th, 2015
No words
A frosty zephyr whispered into the room, silent and shivering, plucking Twilight Sparkle from the endless depths of her dreams like a flower from a field.
The balcony doors were open, ushering in the ebon beauty of Luna's night, and the cold flittering drops of Weather Pony work.
She was standing there on the balcony, peering into the night sky, and even from the cozy covers of a loving bed, Twilight could see her tears melting in the rain.
There were no words. Anything that could be solved would have already been solved, any puzzle pried apart , any riddle ravenously ripped to shreds that would dare hold Trixie's happiness captive.
Trixie.
Her Trixie.
Happiness held hostage by her obsession with depression if only she could let things go...but there were no words for that. No perfect words like a spirited spidery spell spit from loving lips to lift darkness to dawn. No magic incantation to jostle free the cold grip of despair from the heart of her favorite mare.
Oh, how she would if she could, spend a life time or two searching for the perfect words needed to remedy a ruined world. But there were no words.
No words like there were no words for the sadness that seared her soul at the sight of this sobbing girl. No words to be had as Twilight swept from the bed to face the darkness of the night. No words to be shared when Twilight sat down next to Trixie in the rain, and let the mare cry on her shoulder.
Words were meaningless. How much more could three little words mean when actions screamed the heart of the scene? Unfolding in front of them, the night raged wildly, washing away any joy from the day with the cold uncaring all consuming darkness.
Depression thrived in the dark. It lurked there and grew there and lured you there with a sickly sweet sirens song that was impossible to ignore.
Things were always worse in the dark.
Thats why she sat there. In the dark. With Trixie. She was there too. No matter how bad things were going to get, how dark they were going to get, she was there too. There were no words to explain how powerful the message was. Nothing she could say to drive the point home, so she let the silence speak for her and the rain carry her voice throughout the town. She didn't have to try very hard.
The only pony who mattered was the only pony listening; and she was sitting right there.
I burst like a dam, flowed like a rushing river, for to these words I truly... Came. Came in like a wrecking ball.
Seriously, though, this was fucking gorgeous! I genuinely felt like I was in theater again and went through like 5 levels of passion and depression and relief just calling these words forth you've so graced us with in this majesty of a poem. Such an inspirational piece!
I really WAS Twilight as I read this. Simply breathtaking.
(Didn't want to mention it, but I'd leave out "until it was penetrated" just for flow)
For some reason I want to hug poor Trixie now...