To Their Destruction

upon the water
few fleeting lights
know to leave
when red peers
up
(at them!)
and a smile
so cold and
(drenched! cruel!)
splits the surface
with the loudest snap
(and splash!)
that nopony would
(ever! never ever!)
hear unless they
knew the cruelty
of mares who
wear their flowers
and live in
lakes
but alas the
fireflies tell nopony
and in a
world below water
she is hungry

(and who would listen to the fireflies?)