Resting with the stallions
Their clickings and their glares
As chasing, they go, running after
Silly, childish mares
"Take me with you," pleads
The little doe of lone and stung
She was when they just whinnied at her
Quickly, they took run
Left her in the midst of worlds
She never knew existed
And the stallions left their gashes
As their hooves, darkened now, lifted
They fell away, she felt a hole
Through which had leaked her heart
And when mind turned full circle
She returned to forest's start
"Run away, my girlie,"
Said the mare of nightlight's gleam
So she did as she was told, but wait...
Was this the mare's cold dream?
She lifted her head high to stars
She never could observe
And cringed her nose, "Pathetic does,
With garrish, nightmare fur.
Though you may run much faster
Than I, with a mane of lengths...
For my antlers, decorated with flo'rs,
I give thanks..."
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(OOC: I decided to venture into the Spirit Realm...well, that's what I think of it as. Three times total, a random cloud of smoke appeared on Anzel, I got a screenshot on the final time. I wonder what the bright glowing spot is on her hear o.o;
I wrote the poem because...I dunno. I'm lonely and bored.
When I think of nightmares, I think of pure black mares that bring terror. The stallions...I'm not sure about yet. Either they're horrifying nightmares known as nightstallions...or they're dreams.
So I put them in my poem, because Anzel was asleep in the Spirit Realm, and therefore...was it not a dream? And when the stallions left, their hooves shot through her heart, hence the black smoke.
Anyways, Anzel kind-of mocked the mares. Not too smart, but, ehh...what does she have to lose?)
