Death of a ForestThe forgotten gods can't stand the lightMore Like This
where the shadows used to fall
The Death is called brother of Sleep, the last of the Free.
She calls the crows to the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank.
Sagrada Familia queuing to step down from heaven...
In every leaf, every tear
hidden hunter's remorse
Lost between hell and paradise, between time and space,
Immense silence after the ice has melted.
No echo of my footsteps... It's time to run away.
A heart of steel is always the weakest.
The Ponyville HorrorIt's an odd blessing that most of us can go through life not knowing of the unspeakable horrors that lie just beyond our sight. It's true of course that terrors beyond imagination and comprehension exist out there, and I believe most ponies understand that to some extent, even if they would never consciously admit it. Unfortunately, not all of us are so lucky. Which is why I must temporarily set aside my fears and write of what happened during my short stay at PonyvilleMore Like This
I suppose it all started a few months after I completed my studies at Canterlot University. I was preparing to leave Canterlot to find a more suitable place for my work, which mostly consisted of sifting through dusty old tomes for bits of history others were interested in. Canterlot had a fine library to find such tomes in, but the city itself was far too loud and raucous for my tastes. I had begun searching for a quieter place for me to relax and conduct my research when by chance I came across Ponyville. The lo