Black Crystal Poems

It´s hard to have friends,

fearing, when the joy ends.

I´ve never thought of love,

tasks, I had already enough.

His heart was as coal black,

in my sense he made a crack.

His power, filled with shadows,

my future quickly narrows.

His touch chills like a midnight,

I am Twilight, I drive away light.

His name is Sombra. The feared king.

Pinkie´d say. My evil sense should ting.

I remember those black doors,

I didn´t forget, the remorse.

It was work of his magic,

so terrifying, yet poetic.

Everything has to end,

love, killed like an ant.

Another mare came between us,

without a care for our lust.

Her mane shined with grey,

Death was her cursed name.