Good bye
by Ragen
-Subsection Reconiciliono
The last moments of that beautiful sun as it goes and hides behind the beautiful snow-peaked mountains. As it drifts harmlessly away like one of the many balloons that adorned my many parties. As The clouds above, certainly pink from the waning light.
Now the pale light of the moon bathes us, causing me to push back the rising laughter, not that I could ever laugh again.
The rock that me and the yellow earth pony that I would now call my own, were sitting on, would be our last trace. As the moon bathed us in its pale light.
We would enjoy the last moments because they were the many we would share later, If not only they would have understood us. As we felt the unforgivingly cold night, unleash it’s unwanted fury upon us. As we watched the glowing orange light.
We would hear the screams of the ponies below in the little town, as they would find our last gift. They would feed the glow. Now the snow of the darkened clouds covered the moon and it no longer would give us forgiveness, we were alone.
Why would my hair stay so straight? what did I do that was so wrong? As the white plumes of what was not snow fell on us in an unwatched night.
How I felt like laughing at the fools below, How I wished I could laugh like my dear Applebloom. How I wish I could smile such a pleasant smile, only to figure that I can’t.
I stared at the little philly to my right who was riveting in the success on our last confection. How she reveled in our last hoorah. As she gained her cake cutting cutiemark.
The wind was nipping both of us and we would soon take our leave, but not before a decent good-bye. Not before we watched the flames go out.
I lifted out a pink box from my Saddle bags and placed it on the cold stony earth. I took out two paper plates, two forks, and a knife. I brought the giant blade up to my face; It reflected such a tired pink face. A face that could never have belonged to Pinkie Pie.
As I cut a piece of cake I marveled at the bittersweet taste of the salty treat, and gave the piece to my trusty companion and we sat on our haunches waiting for the screams and lights to go out.
Applebloom handed me a deflated blue balloon with a little white streamer. I would blow into it causing it to bob helplessly in the air. I tied it to that little cake filled box and we abandoned it on that big hard rock.
In that dark and starless light we turned away from our little town. As those dark clouds moved away that pale light would fall back on the fire scorched land, As the snow like ashes left the ground black.
When the day came that they found that little blue balloon, a simple note was written in blood to one side.
Good-bye
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Author’s note
as the the publisher I would like to say that nightmares are never the best things to right about.....................................................
This is acctually a little parody of Cupcakes
Yah its a little wierd.
