Ballad of Sun-raiser

by Bad Dragon

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Original Character, Starswirl the Bearded, Adventure
Length: 1049

With heart ablaze and mane like fire, she lifts the sun, ever higher.

For the good of all, she bears the cost,
A selfless shepherd of the orb that's lost.
Her sacrifice, a tale to enthrall,
The sun-raiser stands, for one and for all.

For the Pony Poetry Contest, this tale was spun, Inspired by Sun-raiser, where this song had begun.

This epic ballad is also sung on YouTube.

Published 2024-09-28 19:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-09-28 19:50:01 UTC

Sun-raiser

Before the gloam, 'neath the starlit dome,
Motionless mare stands before our darkened home.
Memories deep, in her eyes they sleep,
Upfront they seep, to postpone her weep.

When chaos reigned, and shadows grew,
The world was amiss, and the sun was too.
From a night, a spark did gleam,
Yet some days a furnace, a nightmare of a dream.

But Age of Chaos was at an end,
There was no more force for day to mend.
The sun stayed buried behind the hills,
A growing threat to future meals.

Order was needed to offset age’s loss,
And magic too which is reality’s boss.
In one pony race, all hopes were placed,
Unicorns would reign or all life would be erased.

From distant lands, distinguished cantered far,
Guided by a stable star.
From mountains high and forests deep,
From deserts vast where changelings creep.

The best among them, proud and true,
Each with a gift, a power new.
With different spells and varied lore,
They met upon a mystic shore.

At first, they clashed, their magic wild,
Each spell unique, each heart beguiled.
But through the night, they learned to see,
They shared a goal, a unity.

With whispered words and gentle grace,
They found a common, sacred space.
Combining strengths, their powers grew,
A tapestry of magic, woven true.

Starswirl the Bearded wrote it all down,
In case they failed, not all hope would drown.
Young Unicorns could take their place,
Forcing their magic in orderly pace.

A great teacher he proved, for old and anew,
Unseen magic was spun among the patterns he drew.
The wisests of all grew stronger yet,
Upgrading their knowledge they made the bet.

They forged a bond, both strong and bright,
A beacon in the darkest night.
With hearts aligned and spirits high,
They vowed to lift the morning sky.

The Unicorns, with magic bright,
Gathered 'neath the moon’s soft light.
From every corner, they did come,
To weave a spell, to raise the sun.

With horns aglow, and hearts as one,
They forged a path, long night undone.
Through darkened mist, their power soared,
Till dawn’s first light, the world restored.

The Age of Chaos, now at end,
Through order’s might, the sun ascends.
And in the sky, a new day is sworn,
By Unicorns’ magic, the world reborn.

But life depends on moving sun.
Ritual’s end foretold eternal night
The greatest feat had not been enough
More was needed for the sun’s continued path

The group of mages already spent,
Some horns were cracked and some were bent.
For those still standing, a dark fate gleamed,
Sacrifice’s needed for each day to beam.

A call was made, spread far and wide,
For Unicorns to join the fight.
“The world cannot endure without your help,
Stand with us and join in our command.”

Sunrise Gloom was young and faithful,
In her heart, a fire, bright and graceful.
The urgent words eclipsed the truth so distasteful,
A call to action, a duty ungrateful.

She left behind her home and kin,
With a heavy heart, but strength within.
For the greater good, she made her stand,
To bring back light to darkened land.

Through forests dense and canyon scars,
She traveled far beneath the stars.
Across the rivers, wide and deep,
Her resolve was strong, her trot did keep.

In villages small and cities under crystal roof,
She spread the word, she lent a hoof.
Instilling hope to those she met,
A promise made, a future set.

The journey long, the night so cold,
But in her heart, a passion bold,
Of magic pure in virgin horn,
To raise the sun, a new day born.

Applying for the magic path, in duty was sworn,
Leaving all she loved, her heart was torn.
Sun-raiser in training, she heed the call,
To lift dark veil, for a day if not more.

With each learned spell, her power grew,
Her heart was strong, her aim was true.
Through trials harsh and lessons stern,
She mastered magic, each twist and turn.

The weight of hope upon her lay,
In the darkest night, she found her way.
With every challenge, she stood tall,
A beacon bright, to save us all.

She learned the spells and magic harmful,
Trusted by all, she could not be doubtful.
This duty bestowed on her by the world,
Should she fail no life would remain even for mold.

She cuts the nostalgia for the present is taunting,
She must perform, no matter how daunting.
The time is neigh, her ultimate test,
To assist in the impossible, she must give her best.

She spreads her legs and lights her horn,
For this duty she was sworn.
With a heart that's brave and a gaze so grave,
She calls forth the sun, the world to save.

"Rise, oh mighty sphere, banish night and fear,
Through the Unicorns’ command, bring the daylight here.
For the good of all, I shall bear this toll,
A sacrifice made, in silence call."

Her magic desists, sheer will persists,
Recurring pains, through dark deceits.
With each dawn they weave, in tapestry,
A tale of loss, for eternity.

"O sun-raiser bold, with a heart of gold,
Your story untold, through the daylights rolled.
In the sky you etch, with a fiery sketch,
A world reborn, from the night's dark stretch."

Yet the mare does weep, for the cost is steep,
In her soul's deep keep, a dark curse she'll reap.
For the sun she raised, and the crowd that praised,
Know not of the void in eyes darkened and glazed.

"Sing, ponies, sing high, 'neath the morning sky,
Of the mare who could, make the heavens fly.
But forget her not, in your merry lot,
For the sun-raiser's fate, endless void has sought."

In the market's cheer, where the stands appear,
She wipes a tear, for the truth is clear.
With her magic spent, and her spirit bent,
She whispers faint, "For this, I was sent‽"

“So remember well, the tale I tell,
Of the mare who fell, for the morning bell.
For the sun she gave, and the world she saved,
In the heart of night, her soul engraved.”

Author's Note

GDoc

You can find more of this song's remains —> here <—.