• Published 14th Sep 2015
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The Last Dreams of Pony Island - horizon



The colony of Myinnkyun is tearing itself apart after the suspicious death of an old merchant. Piece together its final days from the dreams of its inhabitants.

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Moonstruck

Moonstruck

Damn Peridot for dying
on the night that
I bedded Littlemoth!

To have her sneak into my shack
after the honoring of moonrise,
to have her share my cries
as our tangled bodies
sung carnal hymns
to each other
and our Lady Night,
to pin her with my body
until dawn's rosy muzzle
peeked from the covers
of the slumbering horizon,
as she clung to my drained form
as though to anchor me
from the calling of the tides…

And then to have Hotspur
dash in with the news
that Peridot was missing,
her front door wide open
and her bed made!

I recognized the panic
in Littlemoth's face.
To be blamed for something
you could not have done,
based only on the fear
in ponies' eyes.

She knew she would be suspect,
having humiliated Peridot
by calling a dance
and setting the room to revelry
after the old witch
called the March of the Sun
to spite the Nocturne there.

I have heard that same arrogance
from ponies thinking themselves
kinder than Peridot
for wrapping the hoof of intolerance
in a velvet shoe.
I have heard the lies that swirl
out of Quote and the gossipmongers
when they think us out of earshot.

I am sick of the looks,
sick of the whispers,
sick of the job openings
that vanish when I enter,

and sick of the desperation
that forced Littlemoth
to sneak back out my window
and pretend away our tryst
so she could feign devotion
for the Guard pegasus
who might keep her safe.

Even though Peridot
was drowned by a kelpie,
they say we were behind it,
that the monsters conspired
to avenge the witch's insults.

Let them accuse us.

Let the Guard come,
shackles in hoof.

If they wish to oppress us,
they will quickly discover
what monsters we can be.