Lost Letters of Black March
By Timefather64/Spacefather64
The dead is never silent
Yet they are like every human around them, violent.
For many years travelling in this dark world they called Limbo.
I realized how much life had been keeping secret from others.
Death is very enlighting.
That depends if you are willingly able to accept it.
Death has boundaries, just as life does as well.
I on the other hoof, do not follow these boundaries.
Others call me a demon, others call me a saint, or even a god.
I am neither of those.
I am Black March. An guitarist, an singer, an umbrancer.
I wield darkness in my hooves, but does that make me good or evil?
Pfft, whatever title or judgement these ponies give me.
I can care less about.
But when I sing, or talk, or even yell.
They listen, they sit, and...
They shut up.
Celestia, Luna, Cadence, Deja Vu, Hollow Void,
And every single Alicorn that is still alive in this world after the War between time and space...
Are nothing to me.
I follow no ponies' rules and no gods or goddesses or whatever you want to call them law.
Reality is nothing, when don't know how to control it yourself.
I am dead and alive.
I am no devil or Angel.
I am no god or mortal.
I am Black March.
The only pony who is not good or bad.
The only pony you will ever see,
To judge by your first looks.
End
(MLP Is owned by Lauren Faust and Hasbro, Black March is mine.)