MLP: Spike vs. ageOver the last 12 years, big things have happened for spike. Obviously too big for his home in the library, he had to seek home elsewhere. Thankfully he caught a break and found a large cave just on the outskirts of ponyville. He had been able to keep in very close touch with twilight and his friends. He watched the cutiemark crusaders get their marks, he was there when pinkie took over sugarcube corner and when Applejack took over sweet apple acres. He attended fluttershy's and big mac's wedding. He was there when sweetie bell made it big in canterlot and he even flew her to her first opera rehearsal. He was there when Cadence and Shining Armour had their first child, he personally escorted Rarity to a few of her runway shows, watching her get bigger and bigger in the fashion industry. He attended Rainbow Dash's ceremony for promotion to Colonel in the wonder bolts. He helped his sister Twilight get her 3 PhD's and was easily the proudest of everyone and he was even there when Dash and
My ShadowLook at me.Look at what I've become.I'm tornI'm shreddedI'm beatenI've fallenI'm but a shadow of myselfA hollow shell walking aroundI should be dead.Look in the mirror.What do I see?I see scarsI see bruisesI see ripsI see a soulscreaming out for freedomBut nobody answersI'm not to be. But I remember a time,where you looked at me.You saw promiseyou saw happinessyou saw lifeyou saw loveA beacon of lightshining brighter than a star Then, there was hope. But it wasn't meant to be.And everything good I hadwent away with you.And now I'm just a shadow of myselfI don't even know what I look like anymore.And how can I compete with the world?With others that can give you what you want?I can't, and that's why I'll just stay in my cornerand I'll whither away, and be nothing but your shadowBecause My shadow follows my heart,and it went with you too.
The thrill of the inevitable REPOSTA breath of cold airsighs breathing out to the skya last sign of willthat you are going to diea slower beat, faint tempoechoes in a thrilling passion, numbs the painCause only the end will end it allOr so the end will tell us the time to endUnless we say it ourselvesbut that's uselessUn-needed to make our own demiseseizures from light as time soars through the endless void of spacealmost a drugged passion, a trance if you willknowing the end is nearnot a dream or a lie...... but we are all born to die