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In a Morgan Freeman voice May he and the epic that is his voice be praised. Granpa sat in his rocking chair Looking out from the porch Into the pouring rain His Niece came outside The to-be eight year old ghosted onto his lap "Mom says dinners ready" "It smells good" ... do you know what it is?" " ... uhh ... chicken? "beef." She giggled He smiled "Do you like the Rain?" "not really ..." "oh,  why not?" "I guess because,  I can't play when it rains Mom doesn't let me" She crossed her arms and pouted "She says I'll catch a cold she says  'You'll catch a cold playing in the rain for two seconds

The Hero watched his army march Returned the gates of Heavens Arch The Day was Done The Fight was Won But his joy Couldn't stop his tears Soon he would realise his greatest of Fears This peaceful world was once disturbed And once again its peace corrupted By the hands of His Very Own The Seeds of War already Sown The little girl At his side Who he'd fought for Hoped to hide From the horrors of his Side He held her close Couldn't voice, through his pride So in silence Cried That was the difference Between soldiers and men Were one cannot The other can And as that girl Waved Goodbye He put his head down And wished to

This Twisted Cycle This Cycle of our Lives You are a Child The world tells you You do not yet know better. You are an Adolescent The world tells you You have yet to learn. You are an Adult The world tells you It does not matter. You are Aging The world tells you There is no time. You are Old The world tells you It is too late. You are Dying You tell the child They do not know better. This twisted Cycle This Cycle of our Lives

As the child lay at the feet of the directors Her Will broken like ice in an avalanche The directors gave quiet uproar to her fate Discussing the means of her immediate disposal Nothing left … but to close her eyes and weep This is the end,  it is coming for you And there is nothing you can do,  to stop it Like the sound of a planet snapping in two A intense stillness settled Like the crush of a tide it enveloped everything Silence was.  And thoughts were deafening The being descended upon her A moving quiet A silent stillness It gracefully fell as if air was to it water Ceased of voice The others could only stare Forced

A tale of trueness though script true only in its truely false visage. Act 1 Scene 1.  The Dilemma Player 1: The VCR's not working Player 2: But we followed the instructions Player 1: But its not working Player 2: Well try it again! Act 2 Scene 1.  The path of Resolution Player 3:                 Might I state that  While it is obvious that something hath occurred that is  Beyond the parameters of these instructions,  set in papered ink  Therefore  So must we Too  Venture forth from the  Comfortable confines of these strict instructions of Ink and paper  To resolve this dilemma most peculiar

Luna couldn't sleep. It was her first morning in Canterlot, and she was tired after all the excitement of the previous night – being shown her rooms, adjacent to Celestia's own personal quarters, and introduced to her personal guards, cooks, maids, valets, secretaries... there were so many ponies here! - but the sleep eluded her. She rolled over once again, hoping against hope that she'd find lying on her right side was somehow more conducive to sleep. No such luck. It wasn't just the shocking twists and turns of the last few days and nights, Luna thought. She'd had no difficulties in Ponyville, falling asleep next to her sister after