When comes the Night by El-Dante-Del-Ante, literature
Literature
When comes the Night
When comes the Night,
When goes the light,
Of dawn and dusk and noon,
When comes the Night,
The Dark shines bright
and the world sings a different tune.
When comes the Night,
Your fears take flight.
Thought falls to tooth and claw.
When comes the Night,
Trust not your sight:
Same land, different law.
When comes the Night,
All's wrong is right.
Tall tales now hold true.
When comes the Night,
Heed to the might.
All's fair under the moon.
One is Silver Ch.2: New Pastures by El-Dante-Del-Ante, literature
Literature
One is Silver Ch.2: New Pastures
The pages flipped with fury, with panic. Having failed to serve its purpose, the front cover was brought to meet its contents, slamming and pressing the pages between. The book was then tossed upon another, ranking itself at the top of one of several stacks in the pile. This dominant seat was short lived, as it was quickly surpassed in the hierarchy by a newcomer. This pattern repeated until the shelf was nearly bare.
"Where is it?" Twilight cried frantically to herself. She abandoned the pile and made her way down the aisle to the next towering bookshelf already mostly stripped clean of its holdings and with its own corresponding
Gather round and I'll tell the tale
To all you you who'll listen
Of our beloved grey mail-mare
And her curious twisted vision.
An artist with the light yet green
Thought he'd have himself a laugh;
While cleaning up he chanced upon
A mistake that he let pass.
On his own, he'd n'er have guessed
As to what he'd given rise,
But the crowd had seen and given cheer
To the mare with crooked eyes.
A favorite first, this blonde, winged horse
Roused much prate and banter,
But rumors spread as wildfire,
And she was soon mistook for slander.
A mistake this was, and though
We hadn't had her for so long,
It soon was heard that our dear
Ve
One is Silver Ch.1 Her: Discord's Blight by El-Dante-Del-Ante, literature
Literature
One is Silver Ch.1 Her: Discord's Blight
I've always watched them. I've been around for as long as they. Why they appeared, or I, for that matter, I still don't know. When and where, that I used to know, so it must not have been important, and it's just as well, as such thoughts have been lost to the years. The many, many years. The long years watching, enjoying, celebrating. The years grieving. The years devising, plotting. The years devastating, slaughtering. Then the years fleeing, resisting. And then, at last, the years entrapped. And suffering. The many, many years. All those glorious, agonizing years. I may have forgotten, but I still remember.
I remember her. She c
Though it seems our lives are sold
It's here we'll see ourselves unfold
Be we weak, or be we bold,
May we, next dawn, behold.
A little blood to build the soul,
In time of need, may our luck hold,
A safe return our only goal,
May we, next dawn, behold.
May we return to fields of gold
And to our kin where tales are told,
To see our young grow full and old,
May we, next dawn, behold.
May we find strength to keep us whole
Through what this world to us may dole,
Through blist'ring heat, and biting cold,
May we, next dawn, behold.
When comes the Night by El-Dante-Del-Ante, literature
Literature
When comes the Night
When comes the Night,
When goes the light,
Of dawn and dusk and noon,
When comes the Night,
The Dark shines bright
and the world sings a different tune.
When comes the Night,
Your fears take flight.
Thought falls to tooth and claw.
When comes the Night,
Trust not your sight:
Same land, different law.
When comes the Night,
All's wrong is right.
Tall tales now hold true.
When comes the Night,
Heed to the might.
All's fair under the moon.
One is Silver Ch.2: New Pastures by El-Dante-Del-Ante, literature
Literature
One is Silver Ch.2: New Pastures
The pages flipped with fury, with panic. Having failed to serve its purpose, the front cover was brought to meet its contents, slamming and pressing the pages between. The book was then tossed upon another, ranking itself at the top of one of several stacks in the pile. This dominant seat was short lived, as it was quickly surpassed in the hierarchy by a newcomer. This pattern repeated until the shelf was nearly bare.
"Where is it?" Twilight cried frantically to herself. She abandoned the pile and made her way down the aisle to the next towering bookshelf already mostly stripped clean of its holdings and with its own corresponding
Gather round and I'll tell the tale
To all you you who'll listen
Of our beloved grey mail-mare
And her curious twisted vision.
An artist with the light yet green
Thought he'd have himself a laugh;
While cleaning up he chanced upon
A mistake that he let pass.
On his own, he'd n'er have guessed
As to what he'd given rise,
But the crowd had seen and given cheer
To the mare with crooked eyes.
A favorite first, this blonde, winged horse
Roused much prate and banter,
But rumors spread as wildfire,
And she was soon mistook for slander.
A mistake this was, and though
We hadn't had her for so long,
It soon was heard that our dear
Ve
One is Silver Ch.1 Her: Discord's Blight by El-Dante-Del-Ante, literature
Literature
One is Silver Ch.1 Her: Discord's Blight
I've always watched them. I've been around for as long as they. Why they appeared, or I, for that matter, I still don't know. When and where, that I used to know, so it must not have been important, and it's just as well, as such thoughts have been lost to the years. The many, many years. The long years watching, enjoying, celebrating. The years grieving. The years devising, plotting. The years devastating, slaughtering. Then the years fleeing, resisting. And then, at last, the years entrapped. And suffering. The many, many years. All those glorious, agonizing years. I may have forgotten, but I still remember.
I remember her. She c
One is Silver Ch.1 Her: Discord's Blight by El-Dante-Del-Ante, literature
Literature
One is Silver Ch.1 Her: Discord's Blight
I've always watched them. I've been around for as long as they. Why they appeared, or I, for that matter, I still don't know. When and where, that I used to know, so it must not have been important, and it's just as well, as such thoughts have been lost to the years. The many, many years. The long years watching, enjoying, celebrating. The years grieving. The years devising, plotting. The years devastating, slaughtering. Then the years fleeing, resisting. And then, at last, the years entrapped. And suffering. The many, many years. All those glorious, agonizing years. I may have forgotten, but I still remember.
I remember her. She c
Hey dude, thanks for the +fav on my fantasy short story 'It Began With Ashes'. If you want to read more of the story, the full book is available here: [link]
Oh, my, are you a published author? I knew the writing was way above par, but I didn't realize you were publishing a commercial work. I'll look more into this to be sure.
In the meantime, if you happen to be into Pony (or if you're just in a particularly good mood), would you do me the favor of giving my own story a read? It may be but a fanfiction, but it's my pride and joy nonetheless. I've been striving to perfect it, and a professional opinion would be invaluable. You would find it on my page and titled "One is Silver."
Thank you kindly. I'll be sure to tell my friends about this story.
My first chapter is here: [link]. I've expanded upon the core story and have been trying to make it appeal to those outside the fandom, though they of course wouldn't enjoy it nearly as much as those within it. The inspiration was if the show had been originally targeted towards an older audience.
If you have any advice, I'd love to hear it, and I'll tell my friends about your own story.