[Oneshot ] A Poem on an Angel's Grave

A poem on an angel's grave
[sad][dark]
Starring: Pinkie Pie, Rarity

Rarity and Pinkie Pie were at the cemetery; standing side by side and tracing the engraving of a familiar name with their eyes. Unable to think of anything they could say to each other, they simply stood there, staring at the headstone and sharing a moment in silence together; But before too long it was interrupted by a clap of thunder from the brewing storm clouds that were being gathered over Ponyville by the local weather-team.

"Pinkie. We really should be leaving soon." Rarity said. "It's about to storm... And besides, we've already been here for a few hours and my hooves are starting to hurt from all this standing."

"I guess we should." Pinkie Pie said. "It's just..." Pinkie's sentence trailed off as she looked at the encroaching storm clouds, then the headstone, and finally back at Rarity.

"It's just what, darling?"

"Nothing..." Pinkie said, dejected.

The idea of death frightened Pinkie, and death was probably nothing: no earth, no ponies, no light, no time, no thing. Pinkie looked at her hoof; It was taught and square, and covered with fine pink hairs. She imagined the hoof as it would be when she was dead: limp, pale, and turning to earth. She stared for a long time at the hoof which was certain to be the earth’s one day. Decayed and nothing. She was chilled by a cold animalistic fear.

“Nothing.” Pinkie repeated woodenly. "Let's just get back to town."

"What's wrong, Pinkie?" Rarity wrapped her hoof around her friend's neck. "If something is bothering you, you can tell me."

"I just want to stay a little longer...” Pinkie said without meeting Rarity’s gaze. “That's all."

The wind picked up and set the cemetery's gate creaking against its hinges; the gates whined as the two ponies returned to their silence. The breeze stirred the air as the sky darkened, and brought the autumn leaves spinning like golden coins down onto the ground. The breeze whipped past the two ponies and knocked over the flower vases at the base of the headstone. Rarity knelt down to fix the flowers when she noticed a folded piece of paper under one of the vases; Flapping in the tail of the wind that was now ending somewhere on the horizon.

"What's that?" Pinkie asked as she watched Rarity unfold the paper.

"It’s, a poem!"

Rarity read the poem with a quiet determination. When she glanced up, Pinkie was watching her, an oily shine in her eyes. In them, Rarity saw the reflection of the headstone behind her, the crimson horizon, and the anorexic tangle of flowers placed against the headstone.

“I think somepony left it during the funeral. Do you want to read it?” Rarity asked, extending the poem towards Pinkie.

Pinkie jumped as if pulled out of a daydream. She looked down at the piece of paper held in the cleft of Rarity’s hoof then back up. Rarity looked at Pinkie expectantly.

“Do you want to read it?” Rarity repeated.

Oh.. Uh, sure.” Pinkie stammered, her heart skidding. “I was just thinking about something and you kinda scared me.”

Pinkie grabbed the poem from Rarity and began to read:

A creature made of sunshine,
Her eyes were like the sky.
Rabbits howl like something old as we twitch to her lullaby.
The scalpel shines in god's sunshine,
The streetlights whisper pain,
Down here near the poison stream our god has gone insane.

She smiled like a child with flowers in her hair,
With blood on her hooves into the sun she stared.
She felt it die, I heard her cry.

She smiled like a child with flowers in her hair,
With blood on her hooves into the sun she stared.
She felt it die, I heard her cry.

Like the scream of the butterfly.

Warm rain, like judgement, began to descend slowly from the sky; a few drops landed on the poem, soaking into the parchment and causing the ink to run. Pinkie refolded the poem and placed it under one of the vases so it wouldn’t be damaged by the rain.

“I think we should start heading back to town now.” Rarity said worryingly.

“I think we should too.” Pinkie agreed. “It’s a pretty far walk back to Sugarcube Corner and it’s already starting to rain harder.”

“You could spend the night at Carousel Boutique if you’d like” Rarity said as the the two ponies started to walk away. “You can stay in the guest bedroom and if the weather is nice, we can come back and visit her tomorrow.”

“I guess you’re right.” Pinkie gave a half-smile. “What’s the use in getting all wet when we can come back when it’s all sunny?”

Pinkie looked towards the grave as the two ponies reached the cemetery gates
and began to wave.

“Bye Fluttershy! We’ll see you tomorrow!”