Sonnets from the Equestrian

by Honeycomb

Rating: everyone
Tags: Random
Length: 452

Just some sonnets about ponies.

Just some sonnets about ponies.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-09-01 09:50:53 UTC

Sun 2

Sun 3

Outro

Intro

I thought once how the narrator had sung

Of our sweet dream-land: "Once upon a time,

In an angelic land of love sublime,

There lived two regal sisters, old and young."

And, as I mused it in her piercing tongue,

Which with such silver-spoken words did chime,

As if with hot coals from Isaiah's time

It had been touched, with holy brilliance stung;

Remembered I the hours I had not kept,

The frauds I'd played on those who’d best loved me,

Their agonies through which I had but slept,

How large the debt I owed of sympathy;

And softly in despair of life I wept—

When ponies sweetly spoke: "Not thee, but We."

Ponyville

Derp

Power

Light 1

Light 2

Light 3

Pink 1

Pink 2

Pink 3

Everfree

Apple 1

Apple 2

Apple 3

Manehattan

Rare 1

Rare 2

Rare 3

My tail, 'tis dreadful thus to part with thee,

Who hast my constant solace ever been,

Whose silken curls I would adore, unseen,

Though joie de vivre were so far from me.

And pray thou thinkest me no infidel,

Thou, whom of all the tail-hairs in the world,

Though some perhaps more graciously were curled,

Thee nearest to my heart I ever held.

Dry thou my tears, I beg thee—for they rage—

Yet hope not thus to stall our parting slice.

Thy lovely, luscious violet must suffice

Yon water dragon's temper to assuage;

Lest now, for want of generosity,

Our virgin land in nightmares shackled be.

Cute

Cloudsdale

Rainbow 1

Rainbow 2

Rainbow 3

Shy 1

I see you are from Cloudsdale, by those stains

Upon your hoof. You are a rainbow-moulder.

Myself? See how I tend this tomcat's shoulder.

The animals confide to me their pains,

And, frightened, seek my shelter when it rains;

Though I, for my own part, could be much bolder.

What's this, a chill? The weather's getting colder.

I'd better head back home: Angel complains

If I get chilled. Until next time—what's that?

You ask me where I live? Ahh, well, I'll tell.

A cottage on the edge of Ponyville

Is mine. It is a sleepy habitat.

I do not fly much through the heav'nly dome;

The ground on which I stand—that is my home.

Shy 2

Χάος

Shy 3

Dark 1

Dark 2

Dark 3

Fire

Crystal Empire

Love 1

Love 2

Love 3

Dragon

Light 4

Light 5

Light 6

Canterlot

Sun 1