H.A. Gamer: A Poem about Changelings at last.
The Queen of all Changelings,
who shapeshifts and drains love.
Chrysalis's hive is very Strange,
attracting me with her Royal Love.
Her hive drains like a Vampire,
for the Changelings to Survive.
No ponies safe at the Campfire,
once we bypass with Disguising.
Every Human turning into Changelings,
such as me the One Generic Gamer.
My new life gets Rearranged
to live and fight like a Changeling.
I have no care for the Former's Words,
because being a Changeling is much better.
I have no care for their Violent Verbs,
because Queen Chrysalis is my New Crush.
Would the Hive be Super Perfect,
when we recruit mass numbers of others?
Would I find a path very Correct,
when I achieve True Love as a Changeling?
I may find new Changes Perfect,
because of my Sacred Dreams to Change.
I may see Ponys try to Prevent,
but my Loyalty for Chrysalis still lives on.
