We friends of cloth share stitch and thread,
Our time we've spent, a full life led,
What is it here upon these blocks
That fills our souls so full of dread?
These other ponies fear too late
That someday soon will clear their slate
The links they've made and lives they've touched,
And suffer from death's prowling gait.
Do they not know the peace here lies,
The safety of a doll's true guise?
As worlds they crumble torn down by time
We watch with silent knowing eyes.
So come what may, we birds of feather
Shall tread the wake of any weather,
And though the seasons seek to break
Our bonds, we only lie together.
~Inspiration from ht