I Made a Poem. Your Opinion(s)? · 2:34pm Oct 4th, 2016
On the final knell
Of Canterlot’s tallest bell
The old guard fell.How the years have passed,
Sun to Moon, Earth to Ash,
Bones, in place of grass.Yet from ashes rose
Kingdoms of unconquered throes
Where hero’s arose.The Dawn; The Twilight, pose.
Living with the choices they chose
Till death and crows flow.Dawn first, Twilight last.
“Come Twilight.” The Dark Sun asked,
Twilight basked at last.Twilight first, Dawn last.
“Come Dawn.” The Twilight asked,
Peacefully Dawn basked.T’was all I could hope to ask.