Silver Words on Burned Pages

Soft do hooves trod cloud-cover

Damp beneath these shards that carry

Click the ice but never wary

As the feather never falls

Memories adrift

A mind in flurry, memories

Swarm around her soul; she sees

These things she'd once forgotten

A mare in only age

Infinite in broken wisdom

Feathers singed by judging glares

Smashed; she is eternal

Born in error, always seen

Try to change what she has been

She shall never alter ways

In the eyes of early days

She, the child flame

Born mistake and now beloved

We're her children, all be-gloved

With a purposed heart

All our eyes upon her

Hers to one way and to that

The silent mare that hides within

Our all-connecting truth