A Poem for Cirrus Wisp


                                            From the pinnacle of these ranges

                                            I gaze in quiet contemplation,

                                            At this frigid land I dare call home.

                                            With moments of pain and joy intermixed,

                                            The tundra's story, I alone can tell.


                                            Time abounds for an eternal being,

                                            A constant river that flows without end,

                                            But for the transient ponies far below,

                                            The passage of time is unrelenting,

                                            And cruel and unfeeling in what it claims.


                                            The wayward tundra is one without mercy,

                                            Devoid of compassion for life in its midst,

                                            An unbound cruelty uncertain to end.

                                            Many lives have been lost and forgotten,

                                            Many tears I have shed in memoriam.


                                            This immortal cycle I have watched nonstop.

                                            This familiar vision throughout the ages.

                                            These destitute wastelands show without pause

                                            That even those free of strife will know loss,

                                            And all for one lone, infinite witness.


                                            Spring unearths verdant meadows.

                                            Summer thaws azure waters.

                                            Fall delivers a warning.

                                            Winter comes to destroy.

                                            A sight I have witnessed time and time again.


                                            The sensation of loss is never dulled.

                                            To watch young foals mature and thrive

                                            Then witness the fleeting life in their eyes,

                                            Is a pain that is never diminished,

                                            But such is my fate, for now and always.


                                            And yet despite this forlorn outlook

                                            There exists a luminescent light.

                                            The fervor of the ponies down below,

                                            The sincerity of their warm kindness,

                                            And their abounding love for all of life.


                                            Through perilous blizzards and thrashing winds,

                                            Through countless trials and tribulations,

                                            Through sudden losses of life and love,

                                            The ponies endure with camaraderie,

                                            Unmatched anywhere throughout all the lands.


                                            Living joyously, and in harmony,

                                            The ponies have always prospered and grown.

                                            Their shared passion and jubilance

                                            Shakes even my stoic countenance,

                                            And inspires hope in this barren world.


                                            Belief in each other and in themselves,

                                            The vigor of life courses within them,

                                            Challenging any problem without fear.

                                            Against arduous perils, they stay united,

                                            supporting their kin through thick and thin.


                                            And though I lament those departed souls

                                            Whose ephemeral lives were gone too soon,

                                            The pain is nulled upon reflection

                                            That lost souls will never be forgotten,

                                            For they will always be among the stars.


                                            And so I gaze atop these peaks

                                            To watch for all their sakes and more.

                                            To be their aegis in times of struggle.

                                            To be their guide in moments of doubt.

                                            To be their light in times of peace.

                                            For these precious ponies, I shall be here.

                                            Forevermore.