The morning has been lonesome so far.

I woke up at the break of dawn and got to do what I do best.

Crush things!

Be it dreams or rocks.

I must smash them into fine smooth dust.

I stomp over to the vast wasteland that is my home, the silence of the world weighing down my soul. Hooves sink deep into the lifeless soil of the land, eyes adjust to the dark of the world.

Seeing what can not be seen, seeing the truth.

I break the boulders!

I ravage the rocks!

I massacre the marble!

Nothing can stand before my mighty hooves!

I will smash and bash!

Crash and slash!

Crumble and tumble!

Rumble and stumble!

Large in charge?

Ha!

More like crushed into mush!

Smooth with a groove?

Try charged into shards!

The destruction is vast, my own two hooves bring forward this grim site. To take and not create is my fate, born never to ease the pain, instead to bring forward the penance the world has earned.

I will lift a hoof and smash it down!

The cracks!

The cracks!

The cracks I leave upon the ground!

Hahahaha!

Swiftly strike the large granite wall.

Watch the holes build.

Soon it shall fall!

My back is strained.

My body filled with pain.

My heart filled with disdain.

I will stomp upon these stones of earth!

It is my duty…

Given to I at birth.

I gasp to catch my breath as hooves tremble, the dust of destruction it flows high into the air. Forming itself into a creature of my creation, can you see it?

Fangs that bite down and kill the soul, claws that grasp the body and keep the pony petrified. Eyes that burn into the heart, leaving only ashes behind.

I've created this monster, I've brought it into this world.

She was born to bring the parents peace of mind.

Though she never speaks.

Her actions keep them calm.

Must be divine.

She was born to bring the parents pride.

She might be a bore.

But her knowledge and intelligence they do adore.

She was born to bring the parents joy.

She is wild and spirit can soar.

But her laughter, it lights the world.

I was born to a mom.

Whose gaze upon me is that of sorrow.

I was born to a dad.

Whose gaze upon me is filled with strife.

Father told me to destroy.

To break down the land.

To know no joy.

It is my burden.

It is my rite.

I crush the rocks here.

Hidden away from the bright light.

I gaze over to the house, my sister still asleep at this early hour. Her spirit is still strong for now, she is innocent and not stained by our land. I work hard to keep her from this pain, though as my body aches, I know not how much longer this can last.

I look to the sky as the sun starts to rise.

Then to the destruction at my side.

Catching my breath.

I can’t muster a scream.

What I destroyed is not rocks.

But my hopes and dreams.

Catching my breath.