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Poems of Moon
#41
Tale of the sun and the moon

Wind blows across the mountains
bending the trees along its way
with the sun setting down
to rest after a long day

Her golden glow turns carmin shade
pulling the light out of the sky
yet still some must pervade
otherwise only darkness would remain

Little sparks of life yet unknown
in death of the night prevail
For the voyage of the moon they wait
till time beckons for them to set sail

Stream of silvery light lining the path
the moon follows to never stray
for it is afraid of the past
and past it shall forever stay

memory begs to be forgotten
but eyes of the beholder tell the tale
of the distance between the sun and the moon
of their radiant glow that turned pale

Every fire and flame will succumb
the gluttonous dark will consume all in its path
where life started there will be an end
The moon knew too late and gave into its wrath

And the moon turned, hid from the light
wanted to shine on its own but could not
She tried to take the shine as her own
but it was given to the sun and the sun alone

For her to share but keep safe as well
only she could hold the precious flame
but the moon blinded in fury and greed refused
the dark seeped into her soul and fused

No longer was the moon there only nightmare remained
fed with anger and pain and so much blame
Now only a shadow of the silvery dame
Thus the sun took a step that filled her with shame

She set the light free to burn away what shouldn't be
with tears she watched the ashen soul wither away
with cries that begged the life itself
The sun did not move for seven nights until the final day

Only then did she look up towards the sky
where like a shadow a mirrored moon was seen
and it stayed until the time of the star from the north
Who listened to her heart and ventured forth

The moon set course to her voyage and the tale came to an end
but night will come back as will the day
but when light is no more will the darkness leave as well
will the sun make the same mistake and turn fey
Only the moon knows and in faith she will wait


♥There in the middle of meadow, right under the moon
there i saw a girl in dress like a star shinning blue♥

♥grey as the moon and soul of its owner
blue as the coat and eyes of a loner♥

♥With smile like ripest apple you have ever seen
And eyes like meadow of emerald sheen
truly lost i have only been
in those eyes so serene♥


How are we to explain that We are not lonely to somepony who craves company?
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#42
Nádhera Heart Raritystarry Twilightsmile
Ponies are Love. Love is everything... We need to learn to share it...  Flutterryay

I Wish... I Hope... I Dream... I Pray... The Lights of Nibel will be Guiding mine Way...


"Nezabudni na všetky lekcie. Nielenže ti pomáhajú byť a zostať stále dobrým a láskavým človekom, ale aj si neprestávať vážiť okolia a všetkého toho, čo ti vždycky aspoň trocha rozžiari tvoj deň a dáva ti silu ísť stále ďalej a nikdy sa nevzdať... Stojí to vždy za to (aj pre úsmev a dobrý pocit - tie sú najkrajšie a sú zadarmo...)" -Joy144SK-
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#43
Glass of water
Let the river flow the wind whispered
in a matter more than despered
as if stars would fall and sun were to freeze
so grave and worried sounds the timid breeze

Let the water be, there's nothing more to it
don't stop nor bend the line of flow
let it be free, let it go on its own
and the water was no more, it was all a metaphore

In tower high above castle grounds
sits a pony of royal bounds
reading lines from book about life and time
pondering about its own time of prime

A glass of water waits on a desk close by
a thirst it hopes over course of time to satisfy
but the pony hasn't moved for hours straight
maybe tonight the glass's faith will be in vain

There's another pony hidden in frame of spruce
same as the reading mare but bound unable to cut loose
a reflection, looming presence only the mare can see
memory it is and memory it shall forever be

Page turned, chapter ended, book descended onto the desk
Mare streched, bones cracked and yawn escaped
It was late or maybe early, one could never tell
She took a step outside in nothing but a light blanket draped

A cold night's touch on a naked fur soothing to our mare
taking down the moon with sun raising to its place is all she can bear
stepping back in and falling into the bed
warmth enveloping with touch of samet

Eyes now shut accompanied with light breathing
And letting the mare of dreams be the one dreaming
let the sounds of morning not wake the nocturnal mare
let her rest in quiet and for another night prepare

Give her a moment, ages for you
for patience is the only truth
Time in cycles travelling fiend
uncatchable, from control weaned

And the glass will wait, till the mare wakes
when dry tongue will beckon the mare to sip
letting the glass steal a kiss of her lip
enjoying the little things is what living takes


♥There in the middle of meadow, right under the moon
there i saw a girl in dress like a star shinning blue♥

♥grey as the moon and soul of its owner
blue as the coat and eyes of a loner♥

♥With smile like ripest apple you have ever seen
And eyes like meadow of emerald sheen
truly lost i have only been
in those eyes so serene♥


How are we to explain that We are not lonely to somepony who craves company?
Poems of Moon
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#44
Makes me wish to be that glass.
Fluttershy fan, Pinkie and Pinkamena lover und ze Soldier of the night.

The more things change, the more they stay the same (General  Shepherd, CoD MW2).
Except
war. War never changes. (Fallout 4).
And that's why every war is worse than war before.

TELEPORTOVAL JSEM CHLEBÁÁÁÁ

Fun fact: prvním bronym vůbec byl Jonathan Swift.
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#45
Everlasting
On top of the hill
between everfree and ponyville
sits a creature thinking deeply
lost in thoughts completely
till the moon peeks out slowly
sitting alone but not lonely

For it wonders what it wondered
more than once before
would eternity be nothing
but for a madness metaphore

there sits a creature pondering
wondering
about life it lived before
the eternity brought only a bore
and nothing more

what value has an endless cycle
when beginning is where it ends
all and none fused to one
when one even time transcends

so sits the creature with its thoughts
thinking about past
what could it do, what would it do
so it would not last

would you give up eternity
for something you don't know
would you invite the pain
just to not feel hollow

the creature sat on the hill
and lonely did not feel
until came a little pony
with smile so unreal

the pony sat down next to the creature
did not utter a word
they sat in silence, until the creature
spoke on its own accord

it asked the purpose of the visit
it did not expext to be
for it sat alone a while
under branches of its tree

pony smile and words she muttered
incoherent at the time
but the creature for what it was
wasting time it did not mind

so they sat there both in silence
letting time pass them by
under the endless blue sky
everlasting with everkind


Season
The first taste of autumn
landed on my lips
sweet like a rain
born on lovers day
wishing to never go away
but it can not stay

soon it's gone and i'm swarmed by
emotions of different colors as they fly by
keeping the cycle going without a rest
monotony silenced, supressed

and i gaze upon the chaos
as it changes what i know
into a new form
one that has never been seen before
and soon will be long gone

its then that i feel first drops of fall
waterdrops cascading down from heaven heights
taking on me its toll
reminder of lost time and wasted nights

i run, through curtain of tears coming from the sky
hurrying there where my heart begs me to dare
dare what i know cant be changed but i can not stop
i dare to try and change, dare that i could not bear

for one heart a beacon, shinning light in the mist
a light that becons me to go against time
to stop the winter of our life

i wish for autumn to last past the last leaf
to bear the cold as we do the wither
without succumbing to eternal dream
to keep the sweet, avoid the bitter

but seasons change and so do the living
craving the moments of bittersweet to keep them going
there is no progress without an end
snow is coming, would you hold my hand


♥There in the middle of meadow, right under the moon
there i saw a girl in dress like a star shinning blue♥

♥grey as the moon and soul of its owner
blue as the coat and eyes of a loner♥

♥With smile like ripest apple you have ever seen
And eyes like meadow of emerald sheen
truly lost i have only been
in those eyes so serene♥


How are we to explain that We are not lonely to somepony who craves company?
Poems of Moon
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#46
Change

I see the spark and hear the joy
celebration of meaningless change
only numbers going higher
till they fall again

One has ended, other began
for someone said it must be done
yet all that happened
is but a cycle of the sun

There in the tower sits another
regalia gone, now free
there she wonders what will be
why others seem so full of glee

What now when change has gone by
and the outcome the question does not satisfy
Does turning the tides clashes the waves of life
for happines has sparks of doubt so rife

Magic swirled around her horn
from an ancient book a page was torn
words written by the one who tore
filled with despair as she once was

enveloped in magic blues
floated by the hearth
there she dropped the omen of her past
and lit it up

In flames darker than any you've seen
no longer was there anything to read
just a pony standing there
to look she couldn't bear

And the weakness took its place
Moonlit eyes grew too heavy
tired body collapsing onto the bed
but with a smile and now a clear head

no longer uncertain of her ways
not worried nor feeling she's to blame
with royal burden taken away
and freed of her nightmare dame

May she take a first step
For her road has no line with finish in tags
Twists and turns, false ends and loops
laughs and cries, smiles and whoops

Life as long as she knew has past
and her past now all ash and dust
But like a phoenix that rises from its memory
Let her hear the melody in chorus of Harmony


♥There in the middle of meadow, right under the moon
there i saw a girl in dress like a star shinning blue♥

♥grey as the moon and soul of its owner
blue as the coat and eyes of a loner♥

♥With smile like ripest apple you have ever seen
And eyes like meadow of emerald sheen
truly lost i have only been
in those eyes so serene♥


How are we to explain that We are not lonely to somepony who craves company?
Poems of Moon
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