A collection of poetry, grim and dark

by SlimeKing

First published October 31st, 2014 16:50

This is a collection of poetry based on various horror stories written about ponies. A few of them are connected, but there will be some that are stand alone tales.

Chapters

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Two become one (Pinkie Pie, Cupcakes)
Be careful what you wish for (Fluttershy)
A very bad day (Rainbow Dash, Cupcakes)
Two faced mare (Fluttershy, generic)
A friend for dinner (Pinkie Pie, Cupcakes)
Guilty? (Pinkie Pie, Cupcakes)
Monster inside me (original: Pinkie Pie, Cupcakes)
Monster inside me (Remake: Pinkie Pie, Cupcakes)

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Ponies live life day to day
going about their merry way
blind to the horror in plain sight
of the things that go bump in the night
and see them as a buffet

Two become one (Pinkie Pie, Cupcakes)
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Two become one (Pinkie Pie, Cupcakes)

Screams are the music of life
and how my friends love to sing
as I cut them with with a knife
their voices make a lovely ring

Pain is how I show that I care
But my friends don't seem to understand
They think I hate them, and it's more than I can bare
I just want their deaths to be grand

When I eat you, we are unified
Best friends forever, two become one
Just as soon as you're properly fried
we will have lots of fun.

Be careful what you wish for (Fluttershy)
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Be careful what you wish for (Fluttershy)

It seems my demise is at hand
for I suffer a fate that is far from grand
My blood is cold, my body is stiff
To think this was once my greatest wish
My stomach no longer grumbles for food
I'm sure that now it has turned to wood
I feel the pain spreading inside me
to think I once desired to be a tree

A very bad day (Rainbow Dash, Cupcakes)
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A very bad day (Rainbow Dash, Cupcakes)

I wake up to a smiling face
Though all mirth has fled without a trace
my friend whispers in my ear
things that fill my heart with fear
telling me that my life was done
that inside her would become one

She drags a knife across my chest
I scream in futile protest
She tears at my organs gleefully
all while laughing ceaselessly
as she tears my skin away
I realize that this was a very bad day

She asks me if I am enjoying the game
Even now, she's still the same
As my heart begins to slow
I realize it is time to go
As I die in a gruesome style
the last thing I see is my best friend's smile.

Two faced mare (Fluttershy, generic)
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Two faced mare (Fluttershy, generic)

Have you ever met the two faced mare?
One face is kind, the other is sadistic.
Her demeanor is pleasant, but her mind is twisted
The corpses count to a gruesome statistic
anger her not, lest your name also be listed

A gentle mask hides her inner beast
Every day she plays the part of a gentle soul,
but every nights she hosts a ghoulish feast
of flesh of her victims, served in a bowl
spiced with salt, pepper, garlic, and yeast

Few know the dark secret that she keeps
and fewer live long after finding out
they often die in their sleep
and those live are rarely seen up and about
instead they lead lives of sorrow, pain, and despair.

A friend for dinner (Pinkie Pie, Cupcakes)
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A friend for dinner (Pinkie Pie, Cupcakes)

My list of friends grows steadily thinner
Soon they'll be all gone
But that's no reason to be sad
For although I digest their flesh, our spirits become one
And it makes us very glad

Although I cut them with my knife
My love for them is forever
I won't cause them too much strife
I want us to spend our last moments together
So I take their lives

Deep down I know my friends are happy
Because they are together in spirit
Laughing and singing inside my body
Sometimes I can almost hear it
Soon another will join them, I'm having a friend over for dinner

Guilty? (Pinkie Pie, Cupcakes)
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Guilty? (Pinkie Pie, Cupcakes)

Have I told you how much I love my friends?
Have I told you how I play with them?
I chop them up and peel their skin
I put them in the oven once I'm done dicing
and serve them as cupcakes topped with icing!

Although I'm happy, the world seems wrong
The bees aren't buzzing, the birds sing no song
the grass has stopped growing, and the flowers are wilting
Could it be that I'm feeling guilty?

No, that can't be it
I know that my friends are with me in spirit
My life is great, there's no reason to be sad
When your best friends live inside you, how can life be bad?
Our friendship will never end.

Monster inside me (original: Pinkie Pie, Cupcakes)
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Monster inside me (original: Pinkie Pie, Cupcakes)

I live my life under constant strain
Forever in fear of the beast inside me
I have to keep it from my friends
I don't want them to worry
And if it gets out, their lives will be the first it ends
For now though, I keep it contained

Everyday I feel it growing
It tells me to commit terrible acts
To hurt my neighbors, make them feel pain
Drown them, stab them, chop them with an ax
To grind their bodies up and flush them down the drain
Signs of its escape are showing

In the end the beast was more than I could take
But I find that it's not so bad, now I'm free
I feel alive, I'm thinking clearly for the first time ever
For the first time in my life, I feel truly happy
I feel so giddy, I could just laugh forever
I'm having a friend over, we're going to make cupcakes...

Monster inside me (Remake: Pinkie Pie, Cupcakes)
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Monster inside me (Remake: Pinkie Pie, Cupcakes)

I live my life under constant strain
fighting my urge to cause pain
and my desire to bring an end
to the lives of my friends
There's a monster deep inside of me
gnawing,clawing, trying to break free

Everyday the beast grows stronger
I'm not sure I can fight it much longer
A lust for blood consumes my every thought
I want to kill, eat flesh, break bones, and leave the rest to rot
I hide these thoughts behind a forces grin
I wonder if I should just give in

The beast could take over and day
I'm barely keeping it at bay
I can't tell my friends, they won't understand
they'd say my imagination has gotten out of hand
But I know the evil inside me is real
how else do you explain these urges I feel?

I'll just have to watch myself with care
surely these cravings are something I can bear
I wont give in to this horrid temptation
nor allow myself a moment's hesitation
I'll be the master of this foul beast
It'll never partake in its gruesome feast!

All this talk of fighting the good fight
has made me work up an appetite
for something new and fresh
perhaps a pastry cooked with flesh?
No! I told myself I would be no sinner!
Though that doesn't mean I can't have a friend over, for dinner