Reina de espada y Bala de plataPony, pony, la ira fluyeen el establo bien se oyeQue cuerno o casco inmortalpudo haberle dado una malvada forma regular?En que ciudad o tierra arrasadaAcaso tu espiritu no aguantara?Que tanto dolos soportarasPara la vida proteger y asegurar?Cuales amigos y que amorpodran elevar tu corazon?Y cuando las lagrimas empiezen a brotar,que horrible vacio te esclavisara?Que arma? Que flama?De que tormento nace la pena en tu alma?Fue el rifle? Que ojo malevoloGuio tus balas como mortal hilo?Cuando tus amas y pistolas ruguenY muerte y restrucion ellas prometenSonreiras, viendo tus pecados?Mataras, para liberarlos?Pony, pony, la ira fluyeen el establo bien se oyeQue cuerno o casco inmortalse atrevio a darle su malvada forma regular?
Into Each Mane Some Rain Must Fallen cada crin algo de lluvia puede caerpero demasiada ha caido en mi crinen cada corazon algunas lagrimas se derramanpero algun dia el sol las secaraalgunos ponis en la oscuridad se pueden perderel camino de la vida es facil de no verpero al finalel sol siempre saldraen cada crin algo de lluvia puede caerpero demasiada ha caido en mi crin
A Mother's Love: 1In a cave in the northern regions of Sthreldrum, a drakenum, in her human form, slumped to her knees before the blood-drenched nest of clothes where her hatchlings once rested. They were her babies. Her darlings that she brought into the world through a father that had been slain by a dragon-slayer weeks back. She had not expected for a creature to get past her obstacles in the front of the cave to come in and slaughter them. No bodies were there and by the horrid scent, she knew it was a basilisk that had devoured her hatchlings.Her long, snow-white hair draped in front of her chest and covered most of her reddened eyes. Tears slid down her brown-skinned cheeks from her blue eyes with no pupils within. She couldn’t even make a sound at the moment as her gaze remained on the blood. She could smell her babies. It made her gut clench and eventually her breathing became rapid. Consumed in sorrow, she remained like a statue on the flo
THE THINGS WE GAIN (CHAPTER 4)CHAPTER 4FLASHBACK Mikey closed his eyes as he slipped the noise canceling headphones over his ears. Everything was going great. He’d let himself into the studio and had immediately gone to see if anyone had donated any money while he'd been away. Last night he'd thought a head, placing a small jar under the mail slow so any coins that were dropped in would not roll away and miss being collected. his faint smile had become a wide grin when he'd found that the jar was half full; and after pouring out the money and counting it his smile had become even wider when he'd found that he's raised almost $200 since taking over the station 3 days ago.Taking a deep breath Mikey watched for the equipment in the booth to finish warming up before starting; pressing the green button to start the broadcast. "What's up Lairsy College? Once again it is I, Michelangelo; your lord and master of the airways. Just wanted to give a brief shout out to everyone who dropped off money to the st
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