snow tries to hinder Her
ice flies through Her mane until even She can't see the colors
as She makes Her way north

it's just like it was before
they learned of a king in a shining empire
and sealed him in ice
their fillyhood friend usurped their nation after they thought they'd never see him again
and
the statue in canterlote was testament enough to what happened after
before
the elements
the moon
she only screams in memories now
it's nothing like before

two little fillies
if they were so alone
how had they been so happy

the questions are like the snow
they flow around Her
She can't make them go away

but She ignores each and every one
just so She might press on

She won't look back
not yet
She's not there yet

it's been centuries since She's been there
the land of false smiles
where laughter was unheard of
kindness too
generosity never without a price
honesty foreign
loyalty blind
magic
barren
wasted
squandered
twisted

She remembers how She had been there
how She had smiled
like them
how She had thought
like them
how She had believed it all

the snow is like the questions
She can ignore it all
but it will still eat at Her

hoofstep after hoofstep
it feels like more of Her is vanishing
all over again

in this cold shell of a god
could any kindness bloom