There Once Livedby Discombobulated SoulChaptersThe Foolish Filly-- Dear Flurry Heart --The Empty Empress-- Dear Empress --The Asinine Assassin-- I Miss You --The PoetThe Foolish FillyIn a far-away land there once lived a filly Her coat was plain, her family poor, her life simple She dreamed, some nights, of distant stars A great quest called, ignored her exterior. One day, that filly rose off her posterior 'One day', she thought, 'they'll write memoirs' 'My deeds will fill novels, I'll be a symbol!' And so she went, chasing dreams that seemed silly. The night was chilly The darkness tranquil As that little filly Climbed up a large hill She shivered as she Felt deep in her bones A horrid sensation: Regret, dull as stone. 'How foolish was I!' Her cry pierced the night 'I know that my leaving extinguished a light!' So primal the grief, the knowledge, the sin She could do nothing but falter, give in Flashes of violence, of slaughter, of red O'erwhelmed every space inside of her head That filly fell, her heart burned and bled She knew that her poor dear old parents were -- Dear Flurry Heart --Flurry, I can't begin to imagine how you're feeling right now. When the news came, I found it such a struggle to believe. Unto you I give but this one solemn vow: I know you're still young, you're unlearned, naive And as Friendship still holds fast my heart I'll allow all the time you need just to grieve. Us rulers mustn't let this event force us apart. I can wait, but know that soon you must start... No, this draft is simply ineligible *Scribbles render the rest illegible* Empress Flurry Heart, I, Twilight Sparkle, approach with utmost diplomacy Know that you'll be offered every leniency you may require You have my support in this time of such travesty. Financial aid won't be swift to expire And trade routes will, of course, remain open Worry not as you settle, there will be no fire There is much to get used to, more than I can write with pen Should you need any help, don't hesitate to ask We are eager to assist, so please, let us in Preparations have been made for a nations-wide funeral Your attendance is expected, so... Ugh, I'll never even find the right word! *Again, the rest cannot be deciphered* Flurry, I... Flurry, We know you are up to the task Flurry... Flurry... My vision's so blurry. *The rest is a slurry* Dear Niece, I'm so sorry. --Twilight The Empty EmpressThere once lived an Empress, a fortress, a bluff She lived her life in luxury. On the inside, however, she wasn't so tough Her strength concealed an injury. Though her subjects saw regality only Inside she was exceedingly lonely This poor mare had suffered so great a loss Her rule and position had come at a cost Within, guilt festered. Within, rage lied. Safely sequestered, Stifled, stuffed, tied. Though she knew this great tragedy she couldn't prevent The Empress' soul still cried out its lament And she knew in her heart that she could not repent Indeed, every last drop had been spent. "I borrow the sorrow as morrow stretches on. "In this night there's no light, my plight presses on. "As I bleed, I feel a need, I feel a greed that passes on. "This Empress holds sweet misery." The ruler was young Experience had she none Too soon had this mantle Been placed upon her brow. This Empress was strong --so said the locals-- She'd come from blood royal And would soon learn how. This Empress was strong --she told herself at night-- She could handle this mantle She could handle this plow She could weather the storm If she only knew how. If she only knew how. How, how to live on. When all those around her were gone. And there seemed to be no more dawn. And her place in life became that of a pawn. "This Empress holds sweet misery." Time, that treacherous, conniving, loathsome thing Moves forward. The Empress, still unused to her title and held on frail wings Was forced along. Daily life continued as she practiced and progressed. But never forgot. And behind the mask she built there was nothing but stress. "This Empress holds sweet misery." "This Empress holds sweet misery." She's naught but a container. "This Empress holds sweet misery." She could not be any saner "This Empress holds sweet misery," And one day I will find That past this stony bind There's nothing left inside There's nothing left inside When will you realize There's nothing left inside. This Empress holds nothing. This Empress is empty. This Empress is empty. This Empress... knows she can't let herself fall apart. is going to pull herself together. will fight, tooth and claw, for a new start. can live and thrive in any weather. Now if only she could believe These things she can achieve. -- Dear Empress -- I know, Great Ruler, it is hardly my place To intrude so boldly into this space I pray, dear Empress, that you take no offense as of your behavior I attempt to make sense. Two nights ago, on one troubled eve You stumbled--though gracefully--and tore up my sleeve Now Empress, rest assured, I could not care less Whether my appearance is rendered a mess But your mumbled goodbye And the tears in your eye Have caused such concern I can't help but stop by. This note I have wrote, and left on your desk Now quotes a friend with story grotesque: 'A fortnight ago, I was blessed with the presence 'Of our dear Empress with face luminescent 'She bid us glad tidings throughout her visit 'Yet I could not help but notice things inexplicit 'The Empress, it seemed, had on a large mask 'It covered her body throughout her task 'A sadness, so hidden I could scarcely detect 'It was pain, plain and simple, though I could not inspect 'My friend, it seems to me our dear ruler is mourning 'I urge you to action; we may get no further warning'. Now Empress, your subjects could never blame you for lying For each one of us all, these new times have been trying. Yet still, you surely will not resist My efforts to help, my attempt to insist. Empress, your servants endeavor to support It's my wish for us to build a solid rapport You're not alone in your grief; it's affecting us all Only together can we make it through this pall Dear Empress, I plead, please with us stand tall Do not hide behind such a wall. My concerns I've kept private, only a close-knit group Knows of your sorrows and attempts to recoup As further incentive, perhaps consolation I supply you with gossip that's spread through the nation: Rumors have begun to circulate That there's been laid sufficient bait The murderer may soon be revealed Then he can be brought to yield With utmost love and devotion this vessel I close --and one more apology, for I have imposed-- I hope to be your solemn friend I hope that from this we may mend --Your humble servant, Ruby Day. The Asinine AssassinOnce There once lived At one point in time there was a filly ... I can't do this anymore. This crown is such a chore. Once upon a time, there were two adult ponies. They were beautiful and underappreciated and kind and generous and never deserved to be ... In a dirty, dim cell there once dwelt a traitor Sniveling, scavenging, scrounging for pity He'd committed a sin, one that couldn't be greater And now faced contempt from an entire city This creature, so wicked and indescribably vile Had been found, captured, chained, then put on trial The blood on his hooves hadn't even been dried His crime was apparent, one I couldn't abide I found the stallion who murdered my parents. I brought justice, sweet justice, as well as assurance. To all but myself, it would seem. Why can't I rest? Where is my closure? I completed the test! I'm still losing composure. I've uncovered the scheme Yet I somehow can't glean What would release this great pressure. -- I Miss You -- Dear Mom and Dad, Things have been hard without you. I'm holding on, but just barely. I'm trying to be the good filly you raised me to be. I'm holding on, but just barely. I'm trying to stay true to myself. I'm holding... Was this castle always so empty? (I miss you) So long-gone are times of plenty. (I miss you) Dad, your laugh, and Mom, your grin (I miss them) Faust, where do I begin? ... That filly who lived so long ago (I miss her) So far away, no one could know (I miss her) I regret leaving her behind me (I had to) If I still had her, where would I be? (better off) I've failed in staying true I must begin anew ... That Empress who's been so strong (So empty, she didn't belong) Of her you would be proud (no feeling was allowed) Her performance has been great (don't you see what's at stake?) But internally her head is bowed (This Empress holds sweet misery) I've failed in staying true I must begin anew ... I've been dabbling in poetry As far as works, I've authored three It's helped me focus my many thoughts And kept me from being lost But Mom, I know what you would say (And Dad, her words you'd soon relay) Myself I simply can't betray And as I've failed in staying true So must I begin anew. ... I miss you both, my heart confesses I'll fix things now, no second-guesses. --Flurry Heart The PoetThere once lived a poet. She was new to her craft She sometimes was daft But she loved her work There once lived a poet. One who was sad And long had felt bad One whose duties she'd shirk There once lived a poet She had been many things Yet only now had her loosed heartstrings Come together. "Come together," Called the poet, inside of her head "Let us talk and new ground we shall tread." But they said "let us be, "You have had no use for us, "And now your false words we shall no longer trust." ... There once lived a Filly In a far-away land One who'd gotten quite lost Her adventure unplanned Had had a great cost And now she was left. Dead, long forgotten rotten bereft This Filly, stranded by her own choice Froze as she heard, somewhere close, a strange voice 'How curious,' thought she, wond'ring how this could be Then realized she now had cause to rejoice She'd follow this stranger And get out of danger Really, this was quite the game-changer! So she went. ... There once lived an Empress Alone in this part Though her servants had tried To give a new start She'd refused every help, all thoughtful assistance She'd stubbornly maintained all possible distance This mare was sad And had long felt bad For her heart was clad In iron. This Empress, so fixed, so firm in her ways Was one wintry morning outside for a graze When a small little filly At once cute and silly Came rushing right out of the haze! "Was it you?" asked the child as she skid to a stop "Who with voice so mild," She started to hop "called me from out of the cold and the sleet? "Tell me, are you just the one I should greet?" The Empress, e'en though she wasn't much older Reached out and patted the foal on her shoulder "'tis not me," she replied, "you have the wrong pony," "I could not say yes; else I'd be a phony." But then, before she could offer retort Both ponies' breath at once became short "It's her," said the foal, a helpful exhort A nod from the mare, there was no doubt what sort Of pony was approaching. ... There once lived a Poet. She'd called them together. She just wanted to talk. ... There once lived a Poet who strode into sight walked into the light said "let us not fight "for so long has this slight come between us "Let's use reason "Let's use sense "Let kinship commence "Please, my sisters, can we not just discuss? "Must there really be such a big fuss?" With reluctance, the three sat down all together As around them the snow soon dispersed And above slowly cleared all of the bad weather All three then prepared for the worst. "I'm sorry," said the Poet. The Filly nodded back. ... There once lived a Poet Who'd abandoned herself She'd had to grow older She'd had to leave the Filly behind all alone ... "I'm sorry," said the Empress. And the Poet nodded. ... There once lived an Empress Who'd abandoned herself She'd spat on her passion turned callous emotionless empty ... "I'm so sorry," said the Filly "For the thing that I did." And trembling, she hid 'till two hooves on her withers bid her look hither and see the forgiveness Adorning the faces Of those above her. ... There once lived a Filly. She'd made a mistake But it had never been her fault. ... "It wasn't your fault." "It was not your fault." "It... wasn't my fault." Right there and then, arrived a new change An expression so old to all three it was strange But all this to say that it was not a while Before they as one formed great, happy smiles. ... There once lived A Filly An Empress A Poet A love A duty A passion Youth Strength Growth So began this bright new start. So ends this tale of Flurry Heart.
The Foolish FillyIn a far-away land there once lived a filly Her coat was plain, her family poor, her life simple She dreamed, some nights, of distant stars A great quest called, ignored her exterior. One day, that filly rose off her posterior 'One day', she thought, 'they'll write memoirs' 'My deeds will fill novels, I'll be a symbol!' And so she went, chasing dreams that seemed silly. The night was chilly The darkness tranquil As that little filly Climbed up a large hill She shivered as she Felt deep in her bones A horrid sensation: Regret, dull as stone. 'How foolish was I!' Her cry pierced the night 'I know that my leaving extinguished a light!' So primal the grief, the knowledge, the sin She could do nothing but falter, give in Flashes of violence, of slaughter, of red O'erwhelmed every space inside of her head That filly fell, her heart burned and bled She knew that her poor dear old parents were
-- Dear Flurry Heart --Flurry, I can't begin to imagine how you're feeling right now. When the news came, I found it such a struggle to believe. Unto you I give but this one solemn vow: I know you're still young, you're unlearned, naive And as Friendship still holds fast my heart I'll allow all the time you need just to grieve. Us rulers mustn't let this event force us apart. I can wait, but know that soon you must start... No, this draft is simply ineligible *Scribbles render the rest illegible* Empress Flurry Heart, I, Twilight Sparkle, approach with utmost diplomacy Know that you'll be offered every leniency you may require You have my support in this time of such travesty. Financial aid won't be swift to expire And trade routes will, of course, remain open Worry not as you settle, there will be no fire There is much to get used to, more than I can write with pen Should you need any help, don't hesitate to ask We are eager to assist, so please, let us in Preparations have been made for a nations-wide funeral Your attendance is expected, so... Ugh, I'll never even find the right word! *Again, the rest cannot be deciphered* Flurry, I... Flurry, We know you are up to the task Flurry... Flurry... My vision's so blurry. *The rest is a slurry* Dear Niece, I'm so sorry. --Twilight
The Empty EmpressThere once lived an Empress, a fortress, a bluff She lived her life in luxury. On the inside, however, she wasn't so tough Her strength concealed an injury. Though her subjects saw regality only Inside she was exceedingly lonely This poor mare had suffered so great a loss Her rule and position had come at a cost Within, guilt festered. Within, rage lied. Safely sequestered, Stifled, stuffed, tied. Though she knew this great tragedy she couldn't prevent The Empress' soul still cried out its lament And she knew in her heart that she could not repent Indeed, every last drop had been spent. "I borrow the sorrow as morrow stretches on. "In this night there's no light, my plight presses on. "As I bleed, I feel a need, I feel a greed that passes on. "This Empress holds sweet misery." The ruler was young Experience had she none Too soon had this mantle Been placed upon her brow. This Empress was strong --so said the locals-- She'd come from blood royal And would soon learn how. This Empress was strong --she told herself at night-- She could handle this mantle She could handle this plow She could weather the storm If she only knew how. If she only knew how. How, how to live on. When all those around her were gone. And there seemed to be no more dawn. And her place in life became that of a pawn. "This Empress holds sweet misery." Time, that treacherous, conniving, loathsome thing Moves forward. The Empress, still unused to her title and held on frail wings Was forced along. Daily life continued as she practiced and progressed. But never forgot. And behind the mask she built there was nothing but stress. "This Empress holds sweet misery." "This Empress holds sweet misery." She's naught but a container. "This Empress holds sweet misery." She could not be any saner "This Empress holds sweet misery," And one day I will find That past this stony bind There's nothing left inside There's nothing left inside When will you realize There's nothing left inside. This Empress holds nothing. This Empress is empty. This Empress is empty. This Empress... knows she can't let herself fall apart. is going to pull herself together. will fight, tooth and claw, for a new start. can live and thrive in any weather. Now if only she could believe These things she can achieve.
-- Dear Empress -- I know, Great Ruler, it is hardly my place To intrude so boldly into this space I pray, dear Empress, that you take no offense as of your behavior I attempt to make sense. Two nights ago, on one troubled eve You stumbled--though gracefully--and tore up my sleeve Now Empress, rest assured, I could not care less Whether my appearance is rendered a mess But your mumbled goodbye And the tears in your eye Have caused such concern I can't help but stop by. This note I have wrote, and left on your desk Now quotes a friend with story grotesque: 'A fortnight ago, I was blessed with the presence 'Of our dear Empress with face luminescent 'She bid us glad tidings throughout her visit 'Yet I could not help but notice things inexplicit 'The Empress, it seemed, had on a large mask 'It covered her body throughout her task 'A sadness, so hidden I could scarcely detect 'It was pain, plain and simple, though I could not inspect 'My friend, it seems to me our dear ruler is mourning 'I urge you to action; we may get no further warning'. Now Empress, your subjects could never blame you for lying For each one of us all, these new times have been trying. Yet still, you surely will not resist My efforts to help, my attempt to insist. Empress, your servants endeavor to support It's my wish for us to build a solid rapport You're not alone in your grief; it's affecting us all Only together can we make it through this pall Dear Empress, I plead, please with us stand tall Do not hide behind such a wall. My concerns I've kept private, only a close-knit group Knows of your sorrows and attempts to recoup As further incentive, perhaps consolation I supply you with gossip that's spread through the nation: Rumors have begun to circulate That there's been laid sufficient bait The murderer may soon be revealed Then he can be brought to yield With utmost love and devotion this vessel I close --and one more apology, for I have imposed-- I hope to be your solemn friend I hope that from this we may mend --Your humble servant, Ruby Day.
The Asinine AssassinOnce There once lived At one point in time there was a filly ... I can't do this anymore. This crown is such a chore. Once upon a time, there were two adult ponies. They were beautiful and underappreciated and kind and generous and never deserved to be ... In a dirty, dim cell there once dwelt a traitor Sniveling, scavenging, scrounging for pity He'd committed a sin, one that couldn't be greater And now faced contempt from an entire city This creature, so wicked and indescribably vile Had been found, captured, chained, then put on trial The blood on his hooves hadn't even been dried His crime was apparent, one I couldn't abide I found the stallion who murdered my parents. I brought justice, sweet justice, as well as assurance. To all but myself, it would seem. Why can't I rest? Where is my closure? I completed the test! I'm still losing composure. I've uncovered the scheme Yet I somehow can't glean What would release this great pressure.
-- I Miss You -- Dear Mom and Dad, Things have been hard without you. I'm holding on, but just barely. I'm trying to be the good filly you raised me to be. I'm holding on, but just barely. I'm trying to stay true to myself. I'm holding... Was this castle always so empty? (I miss you) So long-gone are times of plenty. (I miss you) Dad, your laugh, and Mom, your grin (I miss them) Faust, where do I begin? ... That filly who lived so long ago (I miss her) So far away, no one could know (I miss her) I regret leaving her behind me (I had to) If I still had her, where would I be? (better off) I've failed in staying true I must begin anew ... That Empress who's been so strong (So empty, she didn't belong) Of her you would be proud (no feeling was allowed) Her performance has been great (don't you see what's at stake?) But internally her head is bowed (This Empress holds sweet misery) I've failed in staying true I must begin anew ... I've been dabbling in poetry As far as works, I've authored three It's helped me focus my many thoughts And kept me from being lost But Mom, I know what you would say (And Dad, her words you'd soon relay) Myself I simply can't betray And as I've failed in staying true So must I begin anew. ... I miss you both, my heart confesses I'll fix things now, no second-guesses. --Flurry Heart
The PoetThere once lived a poet. She was new to her craft She sometimes was daft But she loved her work There once lived a poet. One who was sad And long had felt bad One whose duties she'd shirk There once lived a poet She had been many things Yet only now had her loosed heartstrings Come together. "Come together," Called the poet, inside of her head "Let us talk and new ground we shall tread." But they said "let us be, "You have had no use for us, "And now your false words we shall no longer trust." ... There once lived a Filly In a far-away land One who'd gotten quite lost Her adventure unplanned Had had a great cost And now she was left. Dead, long forgotten rotten bereft This Filly, stranded by her own choice Froze as she heard, somewhere close, a strange voice 'How curious,' thought she, wond'ring how this could be Then realized she now had cause to rejoice She'd follow this stranger And get out of danger Really, this was quite the game-changer! So she went. ... There once lived an Empress Alone in this part Though her servants had tried To give a new start She'd refused every help, all thoughtful assistance She'd stubbornly maintained all possible distance This mare was sad And had long felt bad For her heart was clad In iron. This Empress, so fixed, so firm in her ways Was one wintry morning outside for a graze When a small little filly At once cute and silly Came rushing right out of the haze! "Was it you?" asked the child as she skid to a stop "Who with voice so mild," She started to hop "called me from out of the cold and the sleet? "Tell me, are you just the one I should greet?" The Empress, e'en though she wasn't much older Reached out and patted the foal on her shoulder "'tis not me," she replied, "you have the wrong pony," "I could not say yes; else I'd be a phony." But then, before she could offer retort Both ponies' breath at once became short "It's her," said the foal, a helpful exhort A nod from the mare, there was no doubt what sort Of pony was approaching. ... There once lived a Poet. She'd called them together. She just wanted to talk. ... There once lived a Poet who strode into sight walked into the light said "let us not fight "for so long has this slight come between us "Let's use reason "Let's use sense "Let kinship commence "Please, my sisters, can we not just discuss? "Must there really be such a big fuss?" With reluctance, the three sat down all together As around them the snow soon dispersed And above slowly cleared all of the bad weather All three then prepared for the worst. "I'm sorry," said the Poet. The Filly nodded back. ... There once lived a Poet Who'd abandoned herself She'd had to grow older She'd had to leave the Filly behind all alone ... "I'm sorry," said the Empress. And the Poet nodded. ... There once lived an Empress Who'd abandoned herself She'd spat on her passion turned callous emotionless empty ... "I'm so sorry," said the Filly "For the thing that I did." And trembling, she hid 'till two hooves on her withers bid her look hither and see the forgiveness Adorning the faces Of those above her. ... There once lived a Filly. She'd made a mistake But it had never been her fault. ... "It wasn't your fault." "It was not your fault." "It... wasn't my fault." Right there and then, arrived a new change An expression so old to all three it was strange But all this to say that it was not a while Before they as one formed great, happy smiles. ... There once lived A Filly An Empress A Poet A love A duty A passion Youth Strength Growth So began this bright new start. So ends this tale of Flurry Heart.
