Pony Poems

In a black room no eye shall see.

Holds the truth of my deity.

An unlit room to hide my sins.

That picture shows the filth within.

Nothing left beneath the scars.

That picture shows a soul so marred.

Nothing left beneath the scars.

This throne a burden on my heart.

Locked door holds truth so fatal.

So curious my most faithful.

In explorations gone astray.

Lead my darling to that damnedest thing.

Nothing left beneath the scars.

That picture shows a soul so marred.

Nothing left beneath the scars.

This throne a burden on my heart.

Against my chest she doth weep.

Protesting that mockery.

I violent sob racks her breast.

That painting I so detest.

That day I learned my greatest wrong:

"Some things are more precious because they don't last long."