"Twas an long dark gloomy stormy night. The trees wereth talking rustly gibberish to each other, the Rays of Moon fiercely trieth to fight their way through the wild black clouths that hath invadeth the sky.
The Hero Came.
The Serpent.
He have Seen the storm.
He could almost taste it with his tongue.
For many years he expected it to be here.
The Zero Game.
The Represent.
He hath Heareth the storm.
He could almost reach it with his hand.
For many week he was making his way here.
The Nero Fame.
The Endestenent.
He Appeareth for the storm.
He could almost try to rotate it different ways.
For many decades he deffered his fate.
The WereTame.
The Serdespiegel.
He hath Defeateth the storm.
The storm was like a worm.
Now everything is norm.
He - won.
He - one.
He - on the winning stone.
He wins so many times.
That's nice!
The steamed rice!"
Spike stopped reading and eagerly looked at his listeners.
"So..." Fluttersparkle's Twilight Sparkle part said. "I don't quite get it. Like, was this a poem or a prose?"
"Did you even listen?" Spike moaned offendedly.
"I did!" Buddy exclaimed rapturously. "The story was about a Hero who hath defeateth the Storm! He came, he Seen, he Serpent! Veni, mini, ditto! Just pipe'er rec! You cannot understand it, shy Twilight Fluttersparkle!"
"Even if I can't," Fluttersparkle interrupted, "Can we hear the rest of the story?"
Spike scratched his head.
There was no rest of the story.
Heroes, as we know, never know rest. Fighting is their very life.
Then a letter appeared from the Spike's mouth.
"Jake, are you all right?" Buddy asked.
"Yes, I'm fine. It's just a letter. And it reads:
"Dear Princess Solaria,
Today I learned that everything is valuable
And every little thing deserves the praise.
No matter what is it: particular or general,
Is planted in it's place or is misplaced,
Occasional or persistent,
It's beautiful if it's existent!
Your faithful student, Gloaming Spangle."
Buddy, enamoured of the verses, asked:
"Did you come up with them by yourself? Oh, Jordan!"
She turned to Fluttersparkle the magical alicorn pony from Canterhattan castle.
"I'm afraid we have to break up with each other. You enjoy anibooks*, and I - only certain. The Poetry is the Search, and the Search is the Poetry. That's what I believe the Search is. Spike knows no rest, and he's a Searchist, too, that's why I love him. Kay bye."
ENDING
So, this is the end.
Love is lost.
Hope is gone.
* A pun.