The life and times of Lafayette Ryder

I am currently enrolled in a creative writing class, which I am enjoying a great deal, and for our poetry segment I've crafted an epic poem in octosyllabic rhyming couplets from the Draconic lore within my story. I thought I'd share it with my fellow Bronies before I share it with my class.

At the dawn of time,
Before the rise of the moon,
Or the glare of the hot sun,
When Goddess Eris,
Set life in motion,
Unleashed chaos and order,
Reveled discord and peace,
Another Goddess arose,
Out of the bleak nothingness,
She bore the mighty families,
Of dragons, and Rocs, and Wyverns,
Sea Serpents and Constalite beasts,
Upon her children she bestowed,
Her very essence may be blessed.

While the Astral cycle formed,
A great winged beauty was born,
Immaculately she did bear,
Three Draconic sons in her lair,
Duwiqdencaf, Sujenymos,
And Zaran covered in scale coats,
The first two brothers did depart,
While the third stole his mother’s heart,
Sujey and Duwiq soon returned,
To relay what all they had learned,
To one another they could speak,
But not to any others they would meet,
All three brothers asked for a voice,
So their mother made a grave choice,
With a talon-like fingernail,
She slit her throat and loosed a wail,
To her children her voice transferred,
But scared and muted it left her,
Her words turned to guttural moans,
Reminiscent of cracking bones,
In honor of her sacrifice,
A language her sons did devise,
Akin to her now rumbling tone,
A language of grunts, howls, and groans,
When perfected and carved into stone,
To Zaranquenyes it was shown,
So very pleased by this gift was she,
That she blessed her sons should they leave,
Soon after they were all blessed,
She was left with an empty nest,
Her sons left and began to quarrel,
She felt so alone and mournful,
In her grief she conceived once more,
A roc, Wyvern, and Serpent she bore,
These children stayed but wished to go,
To seek a life of wonders unknown,
With a heavy heart, tears in eye,
Zaranquenyes told them goodbye,
The godly matriarch felt sorrow,
Without a companion she felt hallow,
Far too sad to conceive another,
Nostalgic for her time as a mother,
She wandered from her cavern, why?
To take solace in the night sky,
Desiring someone to love,
Inspiration led her above,
The strands of night she stitched together,
Hoping to sow a mate like a sweater,
But her mind wandered as she worked,
And from her design she did divert,
So her lover was born bestial,
Rather than kind, sweet, and cordial,
The beast of the stars disregarded,
His maker and soon departed,
She let the Constalite beast roam,
It wouldn’t do to keep as her own,
The beast returned to the dark night,
Molded the sky with his sharp bite,
Gnashing and tearing it made a mate,
To live with, love, and procreate,
Zaranquenyes grew quite depressed,
She was so tired but could not rest,
She contemplated fading away,
Her health worsened with each passing day,
Her morbid thoughts put on hold,
By her younger sons and what they told,
Her elder sons were now lonely,
They desired a mate only,
Zaranquenyes thought long and well,
Planned something simple that could not fail,
She birthed a bride for each son,
Knowing that her time was done,
Soon all her children were by her side,
To comfort her at the end of life,
Seeing all her children gathered round,
Gave her joy as she laid her head down,
With her final breath she did utter,
A word more beautiful than any other,
Her sons all held her as she died,
And as her flesh crumbled they cried,
Her magic became her family’s,
As she left for a place more heavenly,
With her magic in all their hearts,
They said goodbye and did depart,
The Constalites returned to the sky,
To brighten the night, glow and shine,
The Serpents, Rocs, and Wyverns spread,
Wherever the waters or winds led,
The Draconic brothers bred fast,
Ensuring that their line would last,
And through history up till today,
You’ll hear the Draconic races say;
“May Zaranquenyes bless us all,
It’s her voice we hear when you call.”