//-------------------------------------------------------// A Series of Unfortunate One-Shots -by Treblemaker- //-------------------------------------------------------// //-------------------------------------------------------// Everfree //-------------------------------------------------------// Everfree The Everfree Swirling branches of nature Caressing slightly Weather of it’s own design Plants and critters play Streams align Dance of lore Coils of wrapped mist Legend’s door Hushed whispers Pony folk are wary Garden of the Two Sisters Beauty within Many layers hide That will be, is, and been Zecora unwrapped herself from a particular meditation pose, reposed the pencil to her saddlebags, and ventured further into the forest. //-------------------------------------------------------// Madness //-------------------------------------------------------// Madness I'm going to try and show you This world I'm living in Where nothing really rings true And the party is my kin I've got cupcakes in my hair A cannon in my teeth Cotton candy smell in the air And a cookie sword and sheath Grown up stuff is taxing I get bored too easily My personality is clashing With my prescribed ADHD Element of Laughter Listen to what I say Put those stupid plans on halter For it's time to part-ay Did I mention that I'm mad? Cuckoo loco crazy But if it makes the world glad A joy, oh, so hazy Maybe it's an eye opener It's hard to keep track When you're bouncing in your own fur And running front to back A premiere party planner So I thought I'd let you know Have fun with my banter Sit back and enjoy the show //-------------------------------------------------------// Nocturnal //-------------------------------------------------------// Nocturnal Cool winds a caressing lover Sing when they pass Jovially playing unseen and carefree Running next to Her masterpiece Multitudes of hosts Lights aligned in perfect order According to Her wishes Master of the art Reality doused in a violet hue Paying homage to its maker Contrasted by the lanterns in orbit Surround with sounds of silence The depths reflect Her coat And the sky wreaths her face Takes repose by her gardens Immersed in another reality Caught up in her dreams Beauty garlands her neck Stature of a great wolf The goddess watches over Her night //-------------------------------------------------------// Smile //-------------------------------------------------------// Smile The concert hall applauded, she did not join their enthusiasm. The party guests nodded cheer, she did not share their mirth. The tutors gave their seals of approval, she did not celebrate. The children laughed, she showed no merriment. The cello gave willingly, she did not notice. A DJ smiled, and she felt content. //-------------------------------------------------------// A Kind Spirit //-------------------------------------------------------// A Kind Spirit Ding dong. Now I have rung many a doorbell before in my life, but this one always seemed the loudest, the most alarming. As if it were warning me to go away and stop tempting the dragon, or at least the dragon tamer. Yeah, she's tamed dragons, with so little as a few words. It's probably easy, I mean her smile can disarm even the most resolute ponies. I don't blame them, it's quite hypnotic; the way her lopsided grin makes those dimples uneven yet still remains perfect. It's quite the treat to experience, seeing as most times she hides it away behind that brilliant pink mane. She'd rather hide herself away and let body language do the talking than her actual voice. It makes sense, one does not down a glass of fine wine like cider, but they would rather take it in small amounts to savor the taste. I guess a fine wine would be a suitable metaphor for her voice; a crystalline tint, Actually it sounds more like the songbirds she loves so much. That's the other thing, she absolutely adores all critters, loves every single one of them to death. It would be annoying to try and hold her attention versus an animal, if it weren't so darn cute. The door opens just a crack. Just enough for her soft sea blue-green eye to look outside. Opening the door wider, she stepped out, simultaneously hiding most of her face behind her mane. A moment of confusion crossed her face as she noticed that no one was in front of her door; the only object being a small bouquet of flowers. Why can't I be the Element of Bravery?