Spoiler: This Poem Has No Title, Be Quiet This Poem Has No Title, Deal With It I have bought a shotgun I hear the shouts from the bazaar There are myriad Races of people like corn Like the irregularities of lightning That stanza was a failure. Do you agree on the subject of failure? Like no bullets in a cocked shotgun Or struck by a random bolt of lightning Or no shops in a bazaar Even a plowed field with no corn. Failure is myriad. I say that also nature is myriad, Along with ideas of failure For she is the one to decide about the farmer’s corn, Or whether the winds will rust the shotgun, Or where the rain will fall in the bazaar, She will decide where to direct the lightning. In the dark, the only light comes from the lightning. Which strike in places that are myriad. The lightning sets alight the bazaar, The lone shop owner's stall, he is a failure. The fire ignites a lone shotgun, And the rain also nourishes the corn. I look down my shotgun. And searched the bazaar I fire and the bullets strike in places that are myriad, Like the regular rows of [COLOR=#454545 !important]corn. That any minute could be set on fire by the lightning The bullets are a failure. So now I enter the bazaar. I buy some corn. The corn is a failure. And so is the lightning. Which is myriad. Like my shotgun bullets. The bazaar is now on fire by the lightning. And so is the corn and the other myriad Things that are a failure and have been blown away via shotgun [/COLOR] Spoiler: Tomorrow's Hope is Today's Dream Tomorrow's hope is today's dream Or last months fear. Tomorrow's hope is today's dream. Fear is gone now for the year. Tomorrow's hope is today's dream. So listen to your heart, It will lead you true. Down paths and trails made just for you. There may be forks that spread apart, But follow the signs, they will lead you there. Because tomorrow's hope is today's dream, Follow your heart and find your dreams. Tomorrow's hope is today's dream, Remember all may not be as it seems. Spoiler: Into the Sea In a dark and lonely cave, Hidden by the sea, There she went, Too far for me to reach. I tried to catch her hand, Only for her to slip away. Into the night, Into the sea. [/spoiler] Spoiler: A Dragon for Christmas This year, I want a dragon. A dragon for Christmas. I'd find it sleeping under the mistletoe With scales of pure white. Whiter than freshly fallen snow. With my dragon I would play. For hours and days and weeks to play. All spent with that dragon. That dragon I wish for Christmas. She'd snooze under the mistletoe And outside clouds roll by, Clouds as white As a field of freshly fallen snow The clouds darken, it begins to snow. I decide to stay inside and play. I look out and wish for my dragon, My one wish for Christmas. I look at the green mistletoe And sigh, my breath making plumes of white Wait! Something moves, something white! But no... It is only a clump of snow. I turn around, all desire gone to play. I lay on my bed and dream of my dragon. The dragon I want for Christmas. Who would sleep under the mistletoe Sleep takes me and with it comes dreams of mistletoe, Underneath it sleeps my dragon of white, With wide wings white as snow. Only me and my pretty white dragon, My only wish for Christmas. Only a week left until Christmas. I Stand under the mistletoe And watch the gentle falling white Crystals and flakes of snow. Too sad to go and play. All I want is a dragon. So mama, this Christmas can I have a dragon white as snow? To sleep under the mistletoe, beautiful and white, Oh please mama let me have a dragon, someone with whom I could play. Spoiler: Season's Magic Dancing in the winds, Playing with the breeze, The autumn heralds her elegant beauty, She is rarely seen by eye, But surely is she there. She turns the leaves with her magic, Ushering in the winter. She isn't here for long, But her mark is left on the world, With orange and crimson leaves, And crisp winds that bite at nose and ear. During her time, Days begin to shorten, And nights begin to grow. Ere long she will tire, Then sleep for another year, Giving way to her sister, The ever chilly Winter Now in through your door Comes an icy wind Freezing and biting fiercely. Winter has arrived, And she lays upon the world a spell Of dead trees and ice And also, freshly fallen snow Blankets the world in a soft Coat of white. But despite the chill and ice She too has a unique beauty. Perhaps you don't see it. But it is there, same as you or I. Now that Winter has laid down for her sleep. The ever bright Spring awakens, She fills the air with sun and smiles, Lengthening the days And diving back the nights. In her hex of green beauty, The most obvious of all Comes a time of rebirth When critters awake And trees come back to life. But a lot with rebirth come her own little prank. Noses run and eyes itch. When Spring awakes, so too does the sleeping world. But all must move on, And soon Spring tires, And decides to go to bed. Allowing her final sister Summer To wake and spread her magic across the land. Summer's magic comes with Heat and green and rain. The days are long and hot And the nights are short and cool. But throughout the world, Summer is most celebrated. A time of fun and play, With all your cares put aside, Temporarily. Soon summer will begin to tire. And Autumn will begin to stir. And when she does, We'll stop and wonder How a year went by like that Here and disappeared Like the seasons bygone? Spoiler: Halloween Revisited You visited my town, And listened to the pumpkins song You met the King, And felt the scares. So tell me... Do you wish to come again? And meet the clown? Or the bloodsuckers? The howls that pierced the night And witches screaming as they fly. The acid fountain filled the air With pungent fumes. Screeches sound so commonly And screams have never been so beautiful As they were the Halloween. You visited our town, now tell me... In this town we call home, Do you hail to the pumpkins song? Spoiler: When the Reaper Sounds His Bell The Reaper sounds his tolling bell. The night resonates with the knell Black clouds cover the moon. As the night grows old, rain then fell. As his sight grows dim, there looms hell, Closer with every boom. Spoiler: This Dream The Reaper sounds his tolling bell. The night resonates with the knell Black clouds cover the moon. As the night grows old, rain then fell. As his sight grows dim, there looms hell, Closer with every boom. Well, that's all for now, but I hope everypony likes my humble verse. It's not that great. :derpe: Also, sorry about the failed spoilers. I guess they dont work the way i'm used to.
