Das ist jetzt also mein erster Beitrag zu dieser wunderbaren Wohngemeinschaft. Wie unschwer zu erkennen sein sollte, handelt es sich um ein kleines lyrisches Werk, an dem ihr hoffentlich Freude haben werdet; vielleicht auch andere Emotionen, gänzlich fröhlich ist es nämlich nicht gehalten. Ich bin selbst ein wenig überrascht ob der Länge. Es hat so unschuldig begonnen.
Mein Englisch ist nicht perfekt, aber hoffentlich können die meisten Fehler mit der Zeit beseitigt werden.
And without further ado ~
From oldest myths, forgotten tales
Her story is fortold.
A tragedy right to the heart
And with a core of gold.
Once was a mare in Canterlot
Her coat of purest white.
Her origin was well hidden
And from a foreign tribe.
Her duty was of certain kind
Of dangerous detail.
She led a group of chosen guards
Protecting weak and frail.
Their mission was to guard the realm
Patrolling all it’s fields.
And time marched on, unstoppable
The turning of the wheels.
And in a cloudless windy night
They trotted on the streets.
A valley in the borderlands
That called them in it’s needs.
A fiend of shadows, high in arms
Laid waste upon the land.
The village on an island was
They chose the bridge to stand.
So clear it was that they would fall
So few in men and lost.
She held her stance and told to go
Before the bridge was crossed.
And while they did what she had asked
They could not let it rest.
Three pegasi took to the sky
to aid her with her quest.
The envoys quickly were welcomed
Far in the castle walls.
They told their story, thus followed
The heralds duty calls.
And as they turned and flew again
To the valley in the far
There were more than a thousand wings
And ponies watched in awe.
The army came upon the foe
The three guards felt the frost.
There she stood, was fighting still
And no one ever crossed.
The fiend was beaten, had withdrawn
Their dead were everywhere.
Nopony wounded, not one scratch
Though wounded was the mare.
Her legs were shaking, stained with blood
She gazed at the relief.
The fellow guards ran next to her
Their faces full of grief.
The Princess dashed and made her way
Through forces she had led.
But she saw that magic wouldn’t help
And tears formed her eyes wet.
The bloody mare finally fell
The Princess asked her name.
The mare gazed broken at the crown
„You did not die in vain.“
The night had fallen on the land
The Princess slowly kneeled.
Her horn emitting fading light
„My name is Loyal Shield.“
And thus the final breath was taken
The ponies all went home.
Except the Princess who remained
Thinking here to roam.
And then another year had passed
The village shone so bright.
There was a feast, a statuette
For Loyal Shieldes night.
Then finally the Princess came
And mourned her herald’s death.
And this continued year for year
Princesses don’t forget.