/moon/ /Completed/ Luna vs all the Griffins: A Poem


                                            >Pristine white, frigid gold.

                                            >Raven black, argent-hot.

                                            >Two eternal thrones.

                                            >Kneeling lords, for stand they dare not.

                                            >"Griffins are gnashing on our bones!"


                                            >Crimson wine, scarlet carmine

                                            >Eldritch, piercing thunder.

                                            >"Matters not, whose is the grass, when everypony lie under."

                                            >"Have you not been enough fighting for the pastures?"

                                            >"Fallen heroes will not rise, lost in pointless squabbles--"


                                            >Teal depths, long black wave.

                                            >Stirred endless abyss.

                                            "Matters not, who is in the wrong. Matters who survives."

                                            "Sick We got, to balance the lot,"

                                            "No matter the sin, perish will not, those who We care about!"


                                            >Wings of blue, lance of light

                                            >Blast, displaced air!

                                            >Empty throne.

                                            >"Sister, no!"

                                            >Silence was Her only answer.


                                            >Mountain peak, tall and bleak.

                                            >Wretched ghastly fortress.

                                            >Lion's guts, eagle's beak,

                                            >Wings and paws. Ugly freak.

                                            >Talons hold a bloody morsel.


                                            >Cages, corrals, dull wide eyes.

                                            >Fear, blood, filth and anger.

                                            >"Those weak, they must feed the strong one's hunger!"

                                            >"Griffins feast, as they please. Tis' our rightful prey and plunder!"

                                            >"By the will of the gods we all live under!"


                                            >Swirl of stars, black cuirass.

                                            >Cold, contemptuous laughter.

                                            >Cobalt scorn, looming storm,

                                            >Not a word, a mere thought,

                                            >A deafening strike of thunder.


                                            >Grumble, wails, clatter, crash,

                                            >Bloody mist and cracked ground.

                                            >White and fluffy, mixed with ash,

                                            >Feathers whirl around.

                                            >And the former proud peak is now a mere mound...


                                            >Fierce beauty, harsh firm gaze,

                                            >Regal face full of disdain.

                                            "Abject losel, hast thou sought to threaten Us with Our domain?"

                                            "We are reigning in the skies! Two of Us -- no one else around."

                                            "We are reigning in the skies, and over those on the ground!"


                                            >Broken fences and corrals,

                                            >Cages, splinters, snapped chains.

                                            >Timid steps of saved herd.

                                            "Come, Our children! Do not fret!

                                            "No filthy creature has survived."


                                            >Pristine white, frigid gold.

                                            >Raven black, argent-hot.

                                            >Two eternal thrones.

                                            "Why, o Sister, why is that"

                                            "They see nightmares, but with griffin bones?!"


                                            >Snowy wings, enfold and hold.

                                            >Noble eyes, genuine tears.

                                            "Saved them, have We not?"

                                            >"Sister, have, or not, We told Thee?"

                                            >"But Thou didst not listen..."