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I cast a die and came up null But took it back and found success. I gained much spoil but was not full. All was won with nothing guessed. I cast a die but did not win And wept so bitterly for my fall. I left the table, wishing for end. For victory a fool will 'ever call. I cast a die and found a loss But took my failure in all but stride. I did not forget the one doomed toss, Yet on my defeat did not reside.

Surging power flowing through me. Brings an unmistakable change in pace. Lightning fast my heart restlessly beats; Challenges my aching brain in a vigorous race. I seem to lose control of me picking up faster still. I cannot keep up much longer for I tire as fast as my heart. My hands move before my brain can give the orders to start anew. They refuse to stop and keep going, never ceasing their crushing part. I refuse to stop my work as I may as well coldly kneel down and simply die, But my hands and my heart are uneven now, and my emotions decidedly pull ahead. There is no stopping madness like there is no stopping a heartless, bro

"Celestia and Luna." Livana muttered. "Who were they?" She directed these words to nopony in particular. Looking at the display, the alicorn glanced at yet another note: The nature of the Elements of Harmony represents unity among ponies. The strength of this varies, but it is most well-known as it's base five: Honesty, Loyalty, Generosity, Kindness, and Laughter, which all show themselves in the magic of friendship. They display themselves as the spirits of harmony in some ponies. Harmonia's magic flow through these wielders of the elements. "Wow!" exclaimed Livana, "Wouldn't that be cool, to be a spirit of harmony?" "Perhaps Honesty, but

"It's amazing," concluded Twlight, "That we have the tight-knit social structure where we can ask any minor acquaintance if they know somepony and they can find them in a heartbeat. We have a wealth of talent at our hooves; the best of the best just a call away!" "Twilight," Spike groaned, "Pinkie recommended you to somepony for some menial task probably; don't read into it so much. Who knows who this pony could be? They could be some stalker or worse." Twi squealed excitedly, "You really think I could have a stalker? Someone who watches me with immense interest? Oh that would be a great story to write!" "Only you..." moaned Spike. It had

Shahar trotted absentmindedly down the palace halls. The marvelous stone carvings and craftsmanships displayed among the walls and the ceiling were lost to the stunned alicorn. She could not believe it. What had she done? The queen had simply, known something, something she wasn't even sure of. But what else could she know? How did she know it? Was there a mark on her, like stories she had heard through the elder griffons? She didn't know of anything out of the ordinary. As she walked heads and eyes shifted as they saw the new pony wandering through the halls, for news traveled fast and the whole palace knew of the new princess. 'Princess Sh

The scarlet flowers dance upon The rainbow leaves of the elm trees. I walk alone but cannot tell you why. I am friends with the breeze, And with the grass companions. Nothing stands in our way, nor has e'r. The tears of earth give me strength, Yet the laughter of men breaks me down. I trod with only myself and my thoughts. A windy tune is my bread, But the love of others is only dessert. I wait with wings as eagles to fly away. The silky sky spits welcome thunder, But a crowd is an unwanted lullaby. Silence is my enemy, and ally. I guess I walk alone to hear All the wonders of the uncivilized world Conversing heatedly with m

My way is but a dirt road, A path worn by use. I can't go long for I tire quick, But my home is not far. Cobbled together with branches and sod It is not much to see, But it keeps me dry and rests my head. Who am I to complain? My town is not a fancy one, But gives us yet a living. My handiwork is shown 'round about In everything you see. I patch the walls with leaves and planks Nothing has failed me— yet. It won't be long till it starts to fall, But it lasted while it did. I am not the best at any craft, I'm just merely passable. But my name is the town's welcoming call: Jack of all trades. "Jack of all trades, Mast

Would we be so blind as to let our eyes see? The eyes deceive and let no truth through. Tainted by our mind and our imagined world, Our eyes cannot bring the light into view. Are we so dumb as to let our mouth speak? The words cut and slice all hope in the air. The heart's dark self emits in our words. Our mouths never speak what is really true. To reason are we deaf to let our ears hear? We listen to nothing that isn't to our good. The soul blocks out all biting lashes. Our ears never hear what we need them to. Can we be crippled so deeply to let our hands do? They put off all good work that calls for help. The body cries for n

The man this day we remember in reverence Did not the evil laws obey. Illegal marriage was crime and death the sentence. Should love end the same way? Our hearts scream joy in the presence of our loved one. But in time love fades away. Shall we persevere with them, regain love that is gone? Or let love die that way? Never have I felt love, so why preach so of it? Nor do I find it needed in this day. But when I do I will forget and lose this wit. And hope love always stays the same way. Time is a cruel reaper and carves all pairs a grave. So love is something not to search for but to save.

Shahar 2 If you had asked Shahar how she felt after everypony had galloped out of the carriage and over her, the response would have been a clear, definite, resounding, "Ow." The stampede of ponies had trampled anypony in their path, so Shahar was just one of many harmed. Livana had the fortune of being at the back of the pack that was now fighting its way toward the palace gate. She turned to face the crumpled figure of her sister, "Come on Shar!" She then remembered that she wasn't supposed to show that she knew Shahar and amended, "I mean, ma'am." Shahar moaned, "No, no, go ahead. I'm going to lie here and count the pretty stars dancing