Precariously Placed Pony Poems Picturing Plenty of Pheelings

Derpy sat and stared at the fire
the flames danced along the wood
All she could do was sit and admire
The fire was warm, and it felt good

It was rare for Derpy to have time alone
Her mind drifted to the recent war
All she could see now were the bones
the horrible smell of flesh burning and gore

The faces of friends torn asunder
The heavy thud of armor moving ahead
The tears and cries of pain as loud as thunder
The ponies around her falling over dead

A chill wind brought Derpy back to the now
The fire, long gone and down to smolders
Derpy survived to have a daughter somehow
Why her, and not those now buried under boulders?