Forgotten

by Eathan Markson

Rating: teen
Tags: Sad, Dark, Random, Slice of Life
Length: 1098

The short, sad story of a pony who is shunned for his features.

"My eyes are closed, for there is nothing to see,
I know not why I've been chosen for a life without joy or glee"

This poem was inspired by the writer Edgar Allen Poe; an author of works that were filled with dark stories.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-04-28 01:38:44 UTC

Forgotten: Part 2

She begs for her life in her dreams,

But I do not comply,

For I know, deep down in my heart,

That she deserved to die.

And so, day by day,

I imitate her daily tasks,

And then I'd go to somepony of which I would ask,

"Why did you let him do it, let him do it on that fateful day?"

Of which they'd give me a puzzled look,

and then walk away.

Then, I stumble back to 'my' house,

And sit in a chair,

And then I'd be thinking of her,

While I fumble with my hair.

Then she'd say to me,

In her own subtle ways,

That she'd forgiven me,

But she had numbered my days.

So that, when the time was up,

I would suddenly fall,

Then she'd remove me,

She would make her final call.

I would be sent straight back to Spirit's Row,

Of which, then I'd realize,

it was my turn to go-

-Go ,-go,

It was my turn to go.

The Chosen One

Thirty Minutes Earlier

My time has come, once to again,

To choose one for my own,

Now it is my time again,

The seeds of revenge are being sown.

This pony, she interests me,

So I'm of ridding Fluttershy,

For she has let her guard down

While I have strengthened mine.

Once the deed done,

And the body is gone,

I confront Tavi in the station,

To have some...fun.

The next victim has come.

Forgotten

My name is Shadow Light,

You probably don't know of me,

For all my life I've been shunned,

-shunned, -shunned,

For all my life I've been shunned

Nopony ever talks to me.

My eyes are almost always closed,

For there is nothing to see,

I know not the reason I've been chosen

For a life without joy or glee.

Through the sunny day and the moonlit night,

I wander through the town,

Carefully avoiding everypony,

For fear that I'll be put down.

The final day has come,

for me to meet my fate,

I can no longer take it,

take it, take it,

I can no longer take it,

I fasten a noose out of a drape.

I walk into Ponyville,

Walk to one of its trees,

I fasten the noose to drape,

For all to see

Everypony gapes as I tighten the knot,

And fasten the rope onto me.

I grab the loop and pull it down

About to complete the task,

When a pony taps my shoulder,

Withholding one question to ask.

"Why are you doing this?" he simply asks,

I turn around and say to him,

"This is my final task"

He and others gather to beg me not to do it,

But I am fully convinced,

My whole life has lead up to it.

I have no purpose,

Therefore, I shall die.

My task has been completed, as my corpse sways back and forth,

My life has ended,

Now I go forth,

As I a spirit between worlds,

I roam the land,

Now I have nothing,

-Nothing, -nothing,

Now I have nothing, but persistence in hand.

I travel across the planet,

from Equestria to the Crystal Empire,

In search of the power,

Of which I am sure did this to me,

Did it that fateful hour.

I am told to stop here.

By a force I do not know,

It tells me to move on,

to escape Spirit's Row.

I wake up.

It was all I dream,

a flashback I have many a time seen,

Now, I can continue life,

As a pony other than me.

For I have taken,

Fluttershy's life for my own,

And now she is stuck

In the hell of Spirit's Row.

For all her life,

She has served no real purpose,

So she deserved to die.

Aftermath

"AAHHHHHHH!" I screamed as I was awoken from the nightmare. My roommate, DJ-Pon3, raced into the room.

"Dude, what's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing. Just another stupid nightmare." I mumbled. She eyed me questionably and backed out of the room. This was the seventh time I've had the nightmare. It was always the same: some creep committing suicide and taking on someone's life. Some yellow pony I don't know, although I'm pretty sure she was a model a while back. Her name was...Fluttershy, I think.

Anyways, I didn't know why I kept having this dream. It would come randomly whenever I tried to sleep. I don't know why I kept having it; all I knew was that it had to mean something. I just wasn't sure what.

        I got out of bed. This was starting to become routine. I strolled into the kitchen and opened a cabinet, when suddenly DJ came in with her boom-box roaring with 'wubs'. I gritted my teeth and tried to ignore it, but only for so long.

        "VInyl, turn that down!" I shouted.

        "Tavi, you need to lighten up for once," she smirked, but turned off the boom-box and set it down. I just rolled my eyes and resumed to looking in the cabinet for something to eat. Finally, I came upon a satisfying box of cereal, grabbed it, and poured a dry bowl.

        I sat down across from where DJ was now eating energy bars. We didn't talk much, but I did mumble a few things about the dreams that Vinyl would attentively listen to and then reply, "Dang." This had been the average breakfast for the past few weeks. Once we finished eating, it was time for me to go to work in Canterlot.

       I got up, combed my hair, tied on my collar and bow tie, grabbed my cello, and headed off. I was glad to get away from the dream. I could now resume my normal life as Octavia, the master cellist and symphony player.

      The weather outside was fairly average; there were birds flying around and chirping, and everypony I could see seemed to be doing fine. I headed towards the train station. Everything was normal, so far. Wow, I groaned. It's almost like I'm asking for something bad to happen.

      I stood in line at the sign-in service at the station. Suddenly a cloaked pony came up to me. She removed her hood. It was that pony from my dreams!

     "What do you want?" I asked, trying to hide my fear. She just stared at me. There was something about that stare...that cold, icy stare. I suddenly felt light-headed. The last thing I remember was a pony asking if I was okay.

The next victim has come.