Behind the Light - Chapter 1
Chapter 1: Memories and Magic
Starshower rose and stretched her legs. She tried to ignore the pangs of hunger in her stomach as she left the burned building she had spent the night in. The corner she had slept in was the last standing stones, the rest of the house had either been burned away or shattered apart by magic. Today would be another long day of sneaking and running, trying to make it to the forest without being caught.
Her parents had been the only thing in the dream with any color. The Meadow around them had been a fuzzed-gray color. Her parents. Her parents were dead. Starshower bit back a sob. The dream was the last memory of her parents, the last happy thing in her life. The last bit of good, bright, wonderful color. The last thing that her parents had done was to save her from them, barring their way; letting her go free. It had been the last thing they had done, giving themselves up for her.
She checked that the coast was clear before heading down t
Behind the Light - Prologue
Prologue: Rain's Meadow
Moonstone looked around the green, lush meadow. It was slowly getting dark, and it was time for his little family to start the trek back to Castle Town. He nuzzled his mate, Flowerdew, who had been taking a nap, then called for his foal.
The little family had come to Rain's Meadow, by the Guard Mountains, for an afternoon picnic. While Flowerdew napped, Moonstone had sat and wondered about his foal, who romped in the meadow and played in the stream. He wondered why little Starshower was so different from all the other baby ponies her age.
She had been born a Rainbow unicorn, just like her father. Most of her relatives were Rainbows and unicorns as well, although some of them weren't both. But unlike any of the family of either Flowerdew or Moonstone, she had an all white body. No one in Moonstone or Flowerdew's family had the white body coloring. And uncharacteristically of the pony race, she had no symbol.
The filly had been named in honor of the day she had be
Push the key, blow the air, pluck the string.
Bang the drum, squeeze your lips, pull the bow.
Watch the splendorous couples dancing,
like a river along the floor they flow.
The chandeliers hanging from the ceiling have
dancing flames that mimic the dancers
swaying together, others asking a knave
if he thinks he has all the answers.
The knave replies, "I don't know this or that,
but you might ask our great and mighty
king. For he is a good and good pack rat
and knows many things. And rightly
he should. See him upon his throne
handling matters that come at him a cyclone."
Rhyming and Meter... MayhapThere is a rose
Way out in the country
And with great artistry
Where the wind blows
God uses a brush
And gives a hush
To human endeavors
That end in nevers
Rhyme ...Across the road
There stands a tree
Whose branches reach
Across the sky.
There are birds
Whose homes are
Intertwined with the
Twigs and leaves.
Supposed to Rhyme...This may not be a Disney-sweet poem,
Because my attention tends to roam.
You told us to have eight lines.
That have rhymes.
My mind is beginning to foam.
Can I go home
I made a vow
But I don't know if I can keep it.
But here, I have it writ.
The Trap of SpringThe Trap of Spring
It is not the entrapping beauty
of the blooming flowers.
It is not the entrapping perfume
wafting from the roses.
It is not the entrapping rays
of the shining sun.
It is not the entrapping weather
inviting, enticingly and warm.
It is not the entrapping ducklings
of soft, downy yellow.
It is not the entrapping robins
laying blue eggs.
It is not the entrapping songbirds
of lovely voice.
It is the entrapment of a
relationship that is
The Trap of Spring.
It is the entrapment of
PDA that is
The Trap of Spring.