Stories from the Equestrian Containments

Morti colimus

A poem, dictated by A

It runs through us,

Our flesh shares a bond with it.

There is no escaping it,

There is no denying it,

Colimus.

Though we fight for freedom,

We cannot escape the fate that has been placed before us.

There is no forgetting it,

There is no removing it,

Colimus.

It is the weight we carry,

The weight we carry to our end,

And at our end,

It releases itself on us.

Colimus.

It is a part of us all,

And so we should serve it.

Morti colimus, morti colimus, morti colimus.