|the vary last thing I ever drew before I lost interest in drawing|
Celestia offendBeware ye evil the day the sun doth sees to shine, for Celestia comes in glory divine.Celestia offend by ~Jrakob
cloth in fiery burning raiment, full of wrath for evils payment,
eyes once kind now full of coal...death and sorrow and woe.
Her wings once soft and gentle, now lack all things sentimental.
better would it be for evil in that day to have it's own life ended
than to find out just how hot the sun can be when focused though the horn of a goddess offended.
In honer of TwilicornIn honer of Twilicorn I have written a song.In honer of Twilicorn by ~Jrakob
Psychic spies from Manhattan
Try to steal your mind's elation
Little fillies from appleloosa
Dream of silver screen quotations
And if you want these kind of dreams
It's the edge of the world
And all of Equestrian civilization
The sun may rise in the East
At least it settles in a final location
It's understood that Canterlot
Pay your Princess very well
To break the spell of aging
Celestia skin is this your wings
Or is that war your waging
First born unicorn
Hard core than sorin'
Dream of Aliicornication
Dream of Aliicornication
Ultimate pone down, ultimate destponyQueen Chrysalis was morphing aroundUltimate pone down, ultimate destpony by ~Jrakob
Canterlot City like a big playground
When suddenly Luna burst from the shade
And hit Chrysalis with a magic blade.
Chrysalis got mad and attacked her magisty
But did'nt expect to be blocked by Pinkie
Who proseaded to open up a can of yummy treats
When Rainbow Dash came in to compete
And she sonic rainboomed at Pinkamena Pie
But they both got deafened by Luna's cry
But just when she thought that they would'nt be saved
Starswirl the beareded came out of his grave
and took the amniomorphic spell out from under his hat
And blew Luna away with a rattatatat
but he ran out of magic and he ran away because
The Wizard's ShotgunThe Wizard's ShotgunThe robes caught Damien's eye first. Orange, flowing in the breeze, entwining themselves about the Man's legs majestically. The very portrait of romanticism, embodied in a single monk walking by the way. Damien entranced, found himself approaching the Man, curious as to what led him down this path.
The Man's quiet manner of speech drew him in, prompting silence and respect as wisdom was imparted. Plans, formed previously with friends, faded into the aether, so enchanted was he by this Man in Orange."Anything you can sense is Unreal. Anything you can think of is Unreal. Anything your mind clings to as permanent is Unreal.