Atelophobia
Chapter 7: Her Soul is Vile
Previous Chapter Next Chaptera mirror never lies about
the outside
but everything within is left up to guess
unless you can
read between lines
and match everything
and every little trick
and double meaning in action
weaving a mental image
of a pony's soul
from every little clue
presented to you
this door discards that
it shows you
some of what was on the inside
and haunts you with it
by showing you
your greatest fear fathomable
not a fear of the moment
or monsters under the bed
mere phobias are just second-best
and would never be presented so obviously
when true fear could be used instead
and artless twilight sparkle opens that door
like martyr unaware
and sees that her greatest fear
is not those she loves
dead
or pain
or even gone
or herself unrecognizable
equestria, fallen
no
nothing like that
twilight sparkle
fears
imperfection
on the smallest level
in the very depths of her soul
there is nothing more horrific and painful
than Celestia's disapproval
and if only this could be called selfish
but twilight sparkle
whose eyes cloud over with the kind of magic she knows nothing of
has had everything reflected in her eyes
but nothing shining within them
hollow, except for a spark
Love and Song in Victory's Clarity
doors fling open and she smiles
with a cry if her success
her greatest fear alleviated
and her friends to carry her up again
an adventure under wraps
reduced to one checked box
on just another list
in the mind of twilight sparkle
who finally passed her test
and there She is
all that doubt you can dismiss
with a voice like a song
and Her eyes so blue
visible because She lifts Her hoof
of pure white
to place under twilight's chin
so that their eyes could meet
and She could tell her
of approval
and passed tests
and twilight sparkle feels a click
in a heart like clockwork
and knows
she loves Rarity
Rarity is Perfect
and twilight loves Perfect
in any possible way
and the world around them
six ponies, one dragon
feels like it is singing
with the success of twilight sparkle
She Knows Not That Light Only Blinds
where something like stars dance around them
twilight sparkle and Her, the Sun Goddess
stand and almost float
in something like pure magic
as memories like check boxes on some Grand Plan
float on by
and Celestia talks with the passion of any ballad
of how proud She is
and twilight thinks she might die at those words
if she hasn't already
she worked hard, Celestia says
she used skills, not for herself
(the thought makes twilight cringe)
but for everypony else
she bettered equestria
not herself
twilight sparkle does not like to be selfish
because She says she should not be
and so it is
and twilight sparkle feels her own magic
and something much, much more
transform her
and make her almost-anew
and alter her
and everything twilight cannot fathom
(not that she would ever acknowledge that)
on her blind walk to
what she thinks is destiny
or has to be
where light shines everywhere
and cloaks her
(she feels that it illuminates instead of blinds, after all, it is the dark that blinds, not the light)
because when she looks around
at the ground of ponyville
She is bowing too
and twilight
is (almost) in Her image