"The Falling Snow"
Fluttershy woke up to the muffled silence that only ever accompanies snow. She let out a soft groan, a sound of dissatisfaction, and began to rise from the bed she had fallen asleep in. Only then did she realize that she was not in her cottage. Experiencing a brief moment of panic, she began to look around. She was in the library, Discord was curled up in the corner, Twilight was on a similar bed, and the rest of the girls were scattered around the room. It had been a sleepover to celebrate Discord's reformation. Going to the window, Fluttershy looked out upon the blanketed world. The scene brought back a memory of her mother. She would sit Fluttershy on a small pillow beside her, and recite a poem of two lovers who met on a snowy day. The poem came to life, and flowed around the sleeping figures. Thus, it told its tale.
Snow alight upon the path
where the falling tears impact
the final breath of fire and pain
was hushed by the passing ice
The ice of the golden eye
who stopped and asked
"Why do you cry?"
The falling snow lit the sight
of two souls with fire bright
"I cry for those who left this life,
and for those whose eyes are dry."
the first shade of the moning's fall
was not a shadow at all
The golden eyes smiled
"I would cry for those who are sad,
but then I would cry far too often.
So I do not cry for both those who smile,
and those who cry,
are deserving of laughter in my eyes."
With this thing said
and with the snow hiding them from the worldly fears.
The golden eyes went,
and dryed the tears.
Blue eyes looked
and reached out a wing
pulling him in
now together they sing
on through the days
of the snowy night
where love began.
Fluttershy sighed and looked back on the room. Discord was awake and watching her with his large eyes of liquid gold. Niether of them speak. Discord begins to wake the others in the room. He beckons them to the window while inquiring on whom would like to have some fun in the snow. All laugh and play, but Discord's heart is somewhere else. It is back on a night much like this day, where his first love was crying in the middle of the street. Crying for a mother lost.
A/n Hey guys this is a short interpretative poetic story of how discord became bad. expect 3 more chapters.
