For Fear of Losing a Friend
For Fear of Losing a Friend
I could drown in his sorrow... I could burn in his pain.
I could lie atop his doubts, about himself he has made.
As I sit at my desk, a parchment floating neath my spectacles,
In his darkened ink I read... A sentence grave and unforgettable.
"It is unfortunate, my circumstance, that life has led me so;
Abandoned by my own belief, it hurts to finally know.
A sickly liquid resting at the bottom of a bottle,
Has held my very happiness... To whom I'm doomed to grovel,"
I look upon my quill, dulled from hours of encouragement...
My words, though filled with cheerfulness, failed to fill his heart's malnourishment,
My inkwell hath been emptied, but a drop left yet to use,
My once tall stack of papers; to one sheet, it's been reduced
My horn glows a-faintly, my eyes are bagged and heavy.
The sickly smell of magic burns the air like Serengeti
His many letters litter my floor like melancholy confetti,
But my friend still needs my words... I've but a parchment at the ready,
I hear a poof, and see a flash of light, As a second paper flutters into sight,
Falling gently from it's spawning point, his 61st letter tonight.
I catch the paper in my hooves and read it's dreary text,
Before my eyes grow wide and my body trembles, as I read what come's next.
"My life has grown to nothing... And living it's a lie.
I refuse to make amends, if my amends are never right...
My choice is firm and tough, but you see, my hooves are tied,
I will take my own life tonight... I've come to say goodbye,"
I sit in abject horror, a tear within my eye,
It falls and stains my empty paper, that I've yet to write.
I look upon his letter, his cursive smooth and bleak,
I take a shaky breath, on a ride atop my seat.
I look around me, helplessly... What was I to do?
I tried to find my wits, but I couldn't think it through...
I scrambled in my seat, looking sadly at his text,
Before I see my final parchment... I know what I must do next.
My horn ignites, and suddenly, my quill is in my grasp,
I dip the last drop of ink, I have one word to make it last,
I flatten the paper against my desk, I have but seconds to change his fate,
In a messy scrawl I scribble my only word... "Wait!"
poof!
I jump from my seat, and I gallop to my door,
I undo my two small locks, and with a start, I run forward.
My friend is far away... In Ponyville he resides,
I clamber out my residence, to the Canterlot outside.
The moon was in the sky, my destination in the distance.
How was I to make it? I had to be there in an instant!
I rushed down the street, in my sweeping, maddened mayhem,
It was as late as it could be... I would have guessed it 3 a.m.
My hoofbeats echoed up the mountain, the city streets so empty...
The world seemed such a lonely place, when sadness weighs immensely,
His life was filled with challenge, and now in his time of strife,
I feared that my friend, would take his own...
I couldn't bear to think it, the thought only made me panic,
I made my way to the train station, my state unkempt and frantic.
As I finally arrived at the platform, I noticed to my horror,
A train marked "Ponyville", was chugging it's way forward..
I blasted through the turnstile, ignoring the guards shouts.
I sprinted to the tracks and chased the train along it's route,
With effort, strain and desperation, I caught up to the caboose,
And with a leap, some faith, and a mighty bite, I held the train with the strength of my tooth.
I used my hooves and clambered up, gasping as I did,
The train was speeding along the tracks, over the rail I slid.
I hit the balcony of the train, panting for my breath,
My jaw was numb, and my legs were weak... My body needed rest.
I don't know if it was the fear of losing someone whom I cared for...
Or the duty that I bear, as a friend, to be there for,
That drove me on and lifted me, to carry on my quest,
But I stood myself back up, my legs still shaky, I'll confess.
I opened the door that led into the cabin of the train,
I stumbled in and collapsed, succumbing to my pain...
Through tears of desperation, I fought myself to stand once more,
And forced my weary body, to open the next door.
Every muscle in me ached, and every inch of me burned,
My soul wanted to crumble, to stop, my body yearned.
But I forced myself to continue, a life depended on this time...
I dragged myself from car to car, in my weakened, gloomy grind.
I must make it to the engine room, this train was far too slow,
At this rate, we'd reach Ponyville when the morning sun would glow,
By then, my friend would surely be gone... This I could not allow,
I had to get to Ponyville... And I had to get there now.
The trains may not look it, but they're fast and full of power,
At full speed, these iron steeds could make the trip in one half hour,
Of course it would be dangerous, to let the engine run so free,
And no right-minded conductor would ever let it run full speed.
It was a risk I had to take, I didn't care about the consequence,
I knocked the conductor out – he slumped away into unconsciousness.
I staggered to the controls, and found the lever marked "velocity"
And I eased it all the way up, and felt the train start rocketing.
My friend would always say, that for him, no one cared.
He said he hated who he was. At himself, he would glare.
But if he saw me now... He'd call me mad, surely insane,
For the well-being of my friend, I had just hijacked a train.
The cars wobbled and crashed along, screeching as they flew.
An iron monster of steam and fire, racing from the blue.
I watched as Ponyville approached, and I slammed the train's brakes,
Sparks and screeching filled the air, leaving fire in it's wake.
My body lurched forward as I stopped the speeding train,
Red and yellow sparks were flying down like heated rain,
When suddenly, I felt the hunk of metal make a jump,
And off the track we went, with a single, tiny bump.
We landed on the wheels, and careened toward the town.
My eyes grew wide with horror, as we dug into the ground.
Dirt and gravel flew around, against the windshield it would beat,
As the train eased into a halt, inside a city street.
It was still the dead of night, and there was no one in my wake,
But the noise of the derailing must have woken up the state,
But I payed no mind to none of that, I rushed out of the door,
And began to gallop down the street, until I got to my friends door.
All in all my trip took me less than 50 minutes,
But even with my speed, I don't know if my friend had did it...
I found his house and with a mighty buck from my legs,
His door flew off it's hinges, and I hoped he wasn't dead...
From the darkness of his house, a pair of eyes looked toward me.
There was a dim light from his candle, and I was relieved to see...
My friend was still alive... I had time to change his fate,
In his hooves I saw a parchment, in my scrawl, it read, "Wait!"
"You came," said my friend, saddened was his tone,
As he sat here in the dark, by his lonesome all alone,
"Of course I did," said I, fighting back a falling tear,
As I drew a shaky breath, just before I drew near.
"Why?" I asked through tears, that I could no longer hold,
He simply looked towards the floor and, and in his voice he told;
"Because the world would be better off, without me taking space,"
He looked up from the ground, a bitter frown upon his face.
"You know this isn't true," I said to him, from my heart,
"Prove it," he said breathlessly, as if his soul was ripped apart.
I blinked back tears and told him, "You want see what you mean to me?
Step outside and take a look... There's something you need to see."
My friend took a pause, before he stood upon his hooves.
We stepped outside and suddenly, my friend froze where he stood.
Up the street, a train was there, dug into the grass,
And a dazed and shocked conductor, stumbling out the totaled mass.
There were no words for a very long time... My friend could only stare.
The wreckage I had caused... for my friends welfare,
"I had to get here as soon as possible," I explained as he gazed,
"I couldn't bear the thought of my friend ending his days."
For those of you who are feeling blue, like their life has no worth...
Just remember there are friends — who for you —would move the earth.
To someone you're worth the world, and the world wouldn't be the same without you...
That's why you have your friends,
Don't forget the one's around you.
