Pony Poems

I wear an empty crown on a useless throne!

This darkness -assures me- that I’ll always be alone.

I preform my one task, then carry this onus on.

It’s all she thinks I’m good for, yet it’s truly all I know.

I wear a mockers robe, regal and dark.

Just like my aching thorny heart.

I've always stood in her shadow.

I guess that’s why I’m in a position so low.

I preform my one task, then carry this onus on.

It’s all she thinks I’m good for, yet it’s truly all I know.

This onyx crown and shoes are all for show.

Almost monstrous next to her beauty, white as snow.

A symbol of purity, she’s not once danced to night songs.

Yet what I do in the dark, is what makes me so wrong!?

It seems it’s true:

I wear an empty crown on a useless throne!

This darkness -assures me- that I’ll always be alone.

I wear a mockers robe, regal and dark.

Just like my aching thorny heart.

I HATE YOU!

Ahhhh!!

Darkness filling,

Heart now feeling.

Rage outpouring

Overflowing.

I Hate and regret this

Letting go.

Losing control.

Causing this.

My banishment.

I’m now crying.

I feel like dying.

This thing takes control

I lose my last - bit of hope.

Sister please, save me.