Poems for the Children

Poems for the Children

by Hanno Frank

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ISBN-13: 9781304242099
Publisher: Lulu.com
Publication date: 09/18/2013
Sold by: LULU PRESS
Format: NOOK Book
File size: 620 KB

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Poems for the Children 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
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My mind goes blank. Of course. Before I know it, my hooves and wings are shackled, and the changelings shove me out the door. I keep my mouth in a tight line, my eyes furious. Soon, I'm walking out of a dark alley and out of Ponyville, heading for Everfree. Frost-Changeling holds the crystal; it glows brighter when we head for my brother's resting place. I enter the forest, the shadows trickling like cold water over my skin. We fibally reach the clearing where it happened. My skin crawls; I can still smell his blood in the air. And there is the beast's cave. The changelings push me inside. I hiss lightly in protest, knowing we will all die. I close my eyes, waiting for death to strike; my hooves crunches down on a brittle object. I gasp and jump back. A large, now-broken, hand/paw thing lays on the stone floor. I look around some more. A giant skull lays beside the hand/paw, the other hand/paw clenched around a rat skeleton. "It-it's dead..." The words fall out of my mouth before I can stop them. The changelings exchange a wicked smile. "Now we must wait for Her Majesty, rightful ruler of Equestria." Midnight-Changeling hisses with glee. I scowl, "You are so wrong." I close my eyes in concentration, a coldness building up within me. I had to get out; Frost and Midnight were counting on me. Frost-Changeling studies me with disgust and confusion. "What are you doing?&mdash;" Frost-Changeling is cut off, her insectoid eyes bugging out, now frozen in place. Midnight-Changeling is frozen in one of the most hilarious positions, mouth wide, stuck in mid-turn. I fight down a laugh. Just then, a clop of hooves at the entrance of the cave pricks my skin like needles. I glance around furitively; no large rocks to hide between. Which means: deeper into the cave. I rip the crystal away from Frost-Changeling's frozen grasp and trot quickly deeper into the darkness. <p> ~~~ <p> It is getting colder, not that it bothers me. The crystal glows dimly, lighting a few feet in front of me. A hushed murmuring catches my ears. I breath quieter, scared to move. But I must go on. A while ago, a harsh scream had echoed through the cave; the frozen changelings had been discovered. A light shines up ahead; I advance warily. A campfire flickers in small cavern, sending flickering images upon the wall. And then I see them. Frost Feather and Midnight Beauty, bound. I trot out from the tunnel; their eyes light up as they see me. "Moone!" Frost exclaims, "What happened?" "Changelings..." I hiss in pure disgust. "Again?" Midnight mutters dryly, "What is it this time?" "I don't know, but they're blocking the cave entrance." I unbound their hooves. Frost rises, her eyes hard. Suddenly, a sharp rap of hooves echoes down the tunnel. We all hold our breaths. The flickering shadow of a changeling reflects on the tunnel wall. I step back, the crystal clutched against me. My hoof touches the hot coals of the fire; I yelp and turn quickly, the crystal slipping from my grasp. I watch in horror as it falls into the blazing fire, shattering like glass. A gale of wind blows me agaonst the wall, along with Frost and Midnight. I groggily glance to the tunnel entrance and see a shimmering wall through my bleary eyes. Then a pang shoots through my head, and I black out...