Random pony poetry

On the edge of town,

There lies a pony,

A most perticular pony,

Of yellow and pink,

Who we all do think,

That loves all good things,

Who is she?

Why she is our dearest Fluttershy,

One who wants not for herself but for others,

She of brightest day and darkest night,

Why do you doubt your might,

They may say what they will,

But they do not understand all you can be,

For one such as noble and as kind as you,

Never did ask much from this world,

But we did find you one day,

Beaten from our world,

On to the world up above and down below,

Or was that the dream of those dear fellows,

To see you die,

Do we wish as so many do,

To give great pleasure up on to you,

Perhaps we wish to see you cry from the wounds of mortal eye,

Or perhaps to cry from those hidden from common eye,

Or maybe its to see you lie with those of greatest love,

To fall among the sky and live in harmony.

What it is I can not say,

For I am no man or morning sun,

But I know that I do not wish for you to die,

So I shan't and won't let you die,

Underneath this crystal sky,

So wake from this slumber so deep and wide,

To say hello with those pale blue eyes.