By the waters, the waters of Babylon
We lay down and wept, and wept, for thee Zion
We remember thee, remember thee, remember thee Zion.
They say tonight's the night, the whole city's been talking about it for weeks, but 'tonight's the night.' I'm afraid, of course. Who wouldn't be? But I'm not afraid to do my part. It's not a big task, but a vital one. Without me, the city would starve.
I awoke curled up on my bed, after a short sleep full of restless dreams. I got up, walking past the others in the room, pacing the balcony. I couldn't sit still. I couldn't think. I couldn't stop thinking. My mind was in turmoil. I thought maybe a little food would help, as they say it helps the brain, food. It seems to me they're always saying something. As I made my way across the main plaza, I heard a rumbling overhead. I forced myself to stand, even though my every instinct told me to flee. After all, if we followed every instinct… I was so nervous my thoughts lost any sense they had been making. A sudden arch of fire swept down, tearing a huge hole right through the stone above me. I forced myself to stay even then, yelling as loud as I could to alert whoever I could. Before long I heard shouts behind me, but by then I was hypnotized by the fire, and the metal following it. I couldn't move, couldn't breath. But I could feel… I felt my fur alight, my fine, black pelt, envy of all the toms, a purring point for all the queens I met. I screamed, and… was no more.
For Pinkie.
We lay down and wept, and wept, for thee Zion
We remember thee, remember thee, remember thee Zion.
They say tonight's the night, the whole city's been talking about it for weeks, but 'tonight's the night.' I'm afraid, of course. Who wouldn't be? But I'm not afraid to do my part. It's not a big task, but a vital one. Without me, the city would starve.
I awoke curled up on my bed, after a short sleep full of restless dreams. I got up, walking past the others in the room, pacing the balcony. I couldn't sit still. I couldn't think. I couldn't stop thinking. My mind was in turmoil. I thought maybe a little food would help, as they say it helps the brain, food. It seems to me they're always saying something. As I made my way across the main plaza, I heard a rumbling overhead. I forced myself to stand, even though my every instinct told me to flee. After all, if we followed every instinct… I was so nervous my thoughts lost any sense they had been making. A sudden arch of fire swept down, tearing a huge hole right through the stone above me. I forced myself to stay even then, yelling as loud as I could to alert whoever I could. Before long I heard shouts behind me, but by then I was hypnotized by the fire, and the metal following it. I couldn't move, couldn't breath. But I could feel… I felt my fur alight, my fine, black pelt, envy of all the toms, a purring point for all the queens I met. I screamed, and… was no more.
For Pinkie.