>You find yourself wandering in the wood >You didn't really ask yourself if you should >It's cold out, so you just so happened to figure that you could >You've been so lonesome as of late >You have no one to share your time with, for pleasure, argue or even debate >You can't help but think that isolation may be your ultimate fate >Without time to prepare, three ponies come out of the brush! >None of them are quite skillful, they were quite the opposite of being a hush >The middle one, orange with yellow mane, stares at you only to blush >"I..." >You don't know what she could want >"I'm the dread bandit Jacky, and you stumbled into my haunt!" >"Give us your money, I see all that you flaunt!" >"Please don't make us fight you, we'd like to keep it nonchalant..." >The three pose, threatening you with their dare >To be honest, the red one doesn't look like she could care >The white one keeps fiddling with her hair "Excuse me but what the fuck." "I'm walking along this path and your words hit me like a truck." "Do you really gotta hit me when I'm down so low, all for a buck?" >The yellow one looks... hurt >"I... maybe you could settle for giving us your shirt?" "I don't fold from your threat so you invert?" >"Well I kinda feel awkward after having all that to blurt..." >This is unreal >You just wanted to be alone and now you have a pony giving you this spiel >Against your better judgement, you kneel "...you guys really are kinda without..." >The red pony gives you a small pout >"It's not our fault you tout." >You begin to feel sorry for the girls >Their sad eyes shine at you like pearls >And to be honest... your arm strength isn't all that great because you've been skimping on the curls "Why not... come home with me?" >The yellow one smiles hesitantly >"You mean it... honestly?" "Absolutely, miss..." >"Jacky." >You take them to your home, where you live alone >It's not much, but it is your own >It's not long before they explore your zone >The red one watches you, with more than a little surprise >She has such a gleam in her wide eyes >"You're really allowing us here... no lies?" >You shrug and chuckle "Your cuteness made me buckle." "But if this is a scam, you're going to taste my knuckle..." >Before you know it, they're all skipping and racing around >With them around, so isolation you're no longer bound >The yellow one looks at you, realizing that you had frowned >"What's wrong?" "I haven't had company like you in quite so long." >"You're the first to say that... maybe we have a bond that is strong!" >You aren't fond of the idea that something is destined to be >But she looks at you so cheerily >It really is something that brings you to a well-hidden level of glee "Listen... my name is Anonymous." "I live... a life that's rather sad and autonomous." "If you three were to stay here, I would feel... not ecstatic. But something synonymous." >The three couldn't believe their ears >Without expecting it, they gave you all various cheers >Only after the weight of your words did they turn to tears >"You are too kind about this..." "Well I would have you subsisting on worms and piss." >"We must reward you... with a kiss!" >A pony that wants to lock lips with you >More than a few emotions from that are starting to stew "W-well, I best be going to bed now...so... uh... adieu!" >You hastily get up, quickly hiding what so silently grew >Your next days, you share with ponies where you dine >You find happiness, this must be a sign >One night, after a little whine >You learn of the pink pony >Sparking Shine >It has been years since they joined your home >Around it they do so still eagerly roam >You come across the white one reading a tome >"I wonder... where did we come from, good sir?" "I don't know. But I kinda enjoy being your chauffeur." >She seems to enjoy your answer and reacts with a purr >A woman visits your home, by the name of Nona >For some reason you keep referring to her as Donna "She says she knows where you came from... she has answers if you go. Do you wanna?" >"What?! No, she smells!" >"No way in seven hells!" >"She looks like a witch that can cast spells..." >Though she argues, she realizes she's arguing in vain >Your kindness to the girls was evidently her bane >Long still may the glory of these three ponies reign >Even though it is still technically your domain >One fateful night, the white one approaches >"Good sir Anon, we've been treating your home like roaches..." >"If it pleases you, allow us to wear your sigil as a set of broaches?" >She sure is formal, that much is sure >A little too much so, and you're afraid there's no cure "Don't be silly, your companionship is pure." "You three are my friends, and I hope my friends you will stay." "I would be heavily distraught if I one day found that you were all away." "You bring color to what once was all but grey." >You would say more but she sneezed with a neigh >She's a bit of a spacy pony, full of mysticism >She's strong-willed, so sometimes there will be a schism >When the going gets tough, you have noticed that she defaults to stoicism >She is the one and only >Faint Prism >Time continues to flow while you're with them >Each one is a particular gleaming gem >All with cracks and flaws, but nothing that you could condemn >The four of you create a whole that's larger than any individual sum >Hard to believe that one day you used to be some listless bum >And it's still funny to make fun of Jacky because she used to be just a little dumb >Every little accomplishment they fulfill gives you pride >Never once with you have they ever had to flee or hide >Every mishap, you have taken in stride >Even though Jacky always tried >Sparking Shine used to be snide >And Faint Prism, when alone, often cried >Make no mistake, all of you used to be worthless dregs >It was impossible to get ahead when every accomplishment were beaten down like stray pegs >Now every meal is a feast, even if it's just some scrambled eggs >They are your one and only >Your most beloved bootlegs