Ponyville had fallen quiet; the autumn leaves gently falling to the ground.
The casket was carried out; the small dragon was lying inside, in a grand suit.
The church was filled with Ponies of different backgrounds; each one had been affected by Spike in some way. Word had travelled far and wide. The silence was broken by stifled sobs. The sun goddess began her sermon, oblivious to the rain falling gently on the leaves. “We are gathered here today, to say farewell,” the Princess drew a breath, wiping away a small tear. “to say farewell to Spike the dragon…” the sermon continued on until she finally stopped. “And now if any one would like to say a few words” Celestia had finished. Twilight got to her feet and slowly trotted to the stand, wiping away fresh tears.
She began to speak.

“Spike was always there, lending a helping hand whenever necessary, always cheering ponies up when they were down, I took him for granted in some ways,” her voice began to break. “he used to tell me about how he would try to win Rarity’s heart, or how he had stumbled upon a new book hidden within the library,” she let out a small chuckle “he was always making me laugh…” she trailed off as she lowered her head, The tears freely flowing from her eyes. She trotted off, sitting down next to her Former tutor. Celestia looked down at the trembling, sobbing purple pony, and then placed her wing over Twilight’s shoulder.

The purple mare had her heart broken, not by a selfish Colt, but by the loss of one of her closest friends. She looked over to Spike’s still form “he looks so peaceful” she sighed.

Applejack helped Rarity to her hooves, gently trotting alongside her. “Ya’ll ready?” the orange mare asked. Rarity tried to keep her composure, her make up slowly running down her tear stained cheeks. She nodded.
She stepped up to speak. “Spike was my knight in scaled armour, he would always go out of his way to help me,” she started to feel bad “and what did I do? I gave him gems and accessories which he didn’t really need,” the tears streaming down her cheeks blended in with her black make up. “The Dragon loved me, and I was too stupid to realize it until it was too late,” she was choking on her own words. “It’s my fault” she broke down. Applejack rushed to carry her off.
“Hey Sugarcube, no-one’s ta blame” the cowpony spoke in her usual southern drawl, only this time, her voice was filed with one emotion.

Sorrow.

Everypony in the church was in tears, Pinkie Pie’s mane was still deflated. Fluttershy hid her bloodshot eyes behind her light pink mane. Rainbow Dash, just sat there, emotionless, cold and stoic.

Celestia was very good at controlling her emotions, she had to be.
Ever since she had banished her little sister to the moon, she had to keep things bottled up. The white alicorn wasn’t about to give in now. But she let a few tears go, hoping no-one would notice.

The casket was carried outside; a freshly dug hole was waiting. The elements of harmony were brought together once more. Circled around the casket, they laid flowers upon the tomb.

The casket was lowered into the ground; Rainbow finally let her emotions show once more, collapsing to the floor.
The bitter sting of tears staining her fur, she cried, not caring who watched.
Fluttershy placed a wing over the sobbing cyan Pegasus’s shoulder.
Rarity was clutching Applejack so tightly. Pinkie pie was attempting to get Twilight out of a semi-catatonic state.

Twilight walked over to fresh tombstone, rested her forehead ever so gently on it
A faint whisper was heard… the tear drops gently pitter pattering on the stone.

“Goodbye Spike”

So long Pinkie Pie: a poem

The doctors said that there wasn’t much time.
But to the ponies of ponyville, there was no time at all.
She was a bouncing pink pony, with a rainbow for a partner in crime.
But the fun was brought to sad end, as the pink party pony’s health started to fall.

It started as a twitch, as it always does.
But as the days went by,
Pinkie Pie began to cry.
Separated from the things she loved.

The pranks continued, games were played.
But not a single cupcake was made that day.
The pink mare had grown sick, sicker than most.
The fact was that she was now, just a ghost.

The sugary treats that filled her with glee,
No longer could she eat them happily.
She gave up the fight, she was no longer baking.
Rainbow dash found the insulin not taken.

The pink party pony was no more,
The streamers were no longer laid out on the floor.
Party hats were replaced, ponies all dressed in black.
The party gifts and favours, guests started to pack.

A party for pinkie, may her soul finally rest.
But rainbow dash knew, it had all been in jest.
The party pony died, as laughter did too.
But sooner or later, so will you.

Pinkie pie came to terms with death that day.
Her happiness seemed so very far away.
The elements were now one short it seemed,
But sadly for them, it wont all be just a dream.

The sadness will take its toll on the five.
For soon every one of them will no longer be alive.
Times will changes, scores will be set.
We all die, is my best bet.

With all the energy the party pony could muster,
She left her five remaining friends in a fluster.
Off to join little spikey in the sky.
To the pink pony’s surprise, she could finally fly.

Sunrise, sunset, its all the same.
Moonrise, moonset,

its all a bucking game.