Tempest Tossed

"Hooray!" Appearing, Twilight shouts, "I swore
I wouldn't dare allow a single hope!
But watch it flutter, seize the air, and soar!"

She wraps her wings around us both. "To cope
With immortality myself alone
Intimidated, made me whisper 'nope.'

"Together now although I can't condone
Your methods, Dash"—she gives a partial glare—
"I can't deny I'm glad your head's a stone."

"Y'know," says Applejack, "I'm thinking where
We're standing might prefer another phrase
Than 'head' and 'stone.'" It's Twilight's turn to stare.

But Discord grins, and Twilight's blushes spread.
"C'mon," says AJ. "'Nuff with being dead."

The celebration lasts for forty days
When Applejack returns to Ponyville.
Our circumstances boggle, thrill, amaze.

We call on Cadance, looking slightly ill.
Apologies are offered—mostly mine;
Her face conveys she tastes a bitter pill.

If mortals, after all, can go divine
By doing stupid things, should she support
Her husband's deeds that might be asinine?

When asking Applejack in bed, a snort
Conveys her thoughts. "They surely can't expect
The rules to stay the same from field to court.

"We carved ourselves a path that ain't allowed.
They do the same, they maybe skip the shroud."

Celestia and Luna don't object
In any way that matters much, I guess,
Since Twilight's now the ruling architect.

"Irregular," says Luna. "Nonetheless,
Your perseverance brought the victory,
A triumph only fools could fail to bless."

"Perhaps." Celestia decants her tea.
"I'd point to love as more the driving force
That pushed your choice to break the world's decree."

"Perhaps," from Discord chomping down a course
Of lemon wedges. "Still, we can't ignore
Annoyance. That's the cause of most divorce."

Beside me, AJ chuckles. "Don'tcha fret.
With me and Dash, you ain't seen nothing yet."

And yes, it's true: we argue like before.
It shows we're still ourselves despite the change,
Despite our destination's altered shore.

They call us "princess." That's a little strange.
But Applejack's domain is earth—surprise!—
While mine is air and things along that range.

It's great in every way. I know the skies
Exhaustively, beyond my sweetest dreams.
My weeks aloft will always energize.

Then home again to AJ, hauling reams
Of crops from nurtured ground, her massive cart
Enough to stump a dozen other teams.

It's work we love: essential, tough, and fun.
Together always, life has just begun.