A Fall, Unnoticed

I shine with the cruel finality and consume them all, one after another. My violent attention falls upon another stack of letters. Stack of unsightly lies spoken in a treacherous soft voice. They’re undone in an instant, their measured writing only sustaining my rage.

The rest of the room bows to my truth. The world will come later, and they will see! The carpet falls first, and it rolls from my heat, charred and forever changed. And brittle. So very brittle. Like all who had their lies exposed and burned out of them. I crackle with satisfaction.

A dark hoof crushes the carpet into ashes. I reach out to it, but it won’t let me burn it, for it also burns in its own way, like the blood moon hanging just outside the tower. We are together against the world. I see a thousand identical letters, all equally insincere. Enough! I burn.

I burn, and she’s still with me. I dry her tears, and in a voiceless whisper, I echo her thoughts. No firefighters came to stop me. Why would they? It’s night; everypony is asleep at this hour. I spread to the walls, my raging heat peeling off the paint from the stone.

She’s still with me, dancing in my flames with reckless abandon. It can’t be wrong to make things right. I say that, or I have that said to me. I can’t tell; I only burn. Brighter.