writing Signed, The Hydra

[KakeiTheWolf 652]

This is one of my favorite poems that I've written, for a lot of reasons. It's an emotional story about something traditionally vilified that is cast in a pitiable light. The story is a first pony account by the Hydra, who has suffered at the hooves of stallions who deem it a monster and abuse it because it is not like them. But it shows the emotion and pain it feels, as well as the fact that it remains good and holy and pious despite all the hatred it is given. I'll just let you read now.

 

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LXXII. Signed, The Hydra

 

The bitter life of the misunderstood is so clear, that it comes to fruition and light

Men try to kill me, yet all I desire is to be left alone, I asked not for this cold wound, this Mark of Cain, this horrid scar

All I want is to keep my sanity, and yet all man thinks of me is a monster, but I do not wish to fight

Even though I hide in a cavern, a rejected scourge and a burdened beast, living deep in this desolate and despondent mar

The only wish I have is to be left alone, yet the malice of fate and the hearts of men corrupt me, that I must scratch my claws against the rocks, as I cry a vapid river tonight

 

I could get riches immeasurable, I could be the nightmare that destroys empires in a fortnight, I could be the daemon no man could ever slay

But I want none of this, I wish man would put down his swords and spears, for I am kindhearted, but no being would ever see the light

All I ever wanted was to be loved, to have a single soul care for me and see what I really am, but no one wants me to live that way

Why am I so hated, that a million arrows line me from my necks to my breast, that I am wanted for nothing more than my heads and hide?

I sleep in the cold, icy rain, naked to the sky above, and I have spent every night in my life praying to the God of love that he can take this cup from me, I have had my fill

 

Yet all I ever hear as lightning and fire raze my flesh, and burn my soul, every night, is a simple message, that am ordained on high for a purpose, something in which to hold pride

I tell the Lord as my burning lacriment flows like brimstone down my cheek as it chars my throat, "Let it be that I may bring peace and love and light, for I never want to kill.".

So must I be faithful, and so I must weather a thousand empires come and fall as I cry a tear of pain for every soul I must take to preserve my cursed life

My scales are shards of obsidian that tear me as greatly as the wicked barbarians who raise a blade to me, and I only scream and cry and holler in pain as my body is torn

Yet faith I hold in my Saviour, my Lord, that he tells me what glory is in store for my soul, a boon to counter that very immeasurable pain I have felt, my infinite and eternal strife

 

By the scoffer's crown, I would hang by a tree and be stoned, yet I do not understand why, for I have not done a crime and I live by the holy word of the Bible, yet my hide would be worn

How vile these men, that I live in holy prayer and solitude, and I worship the Lord with my every breath, cursed as I was spat from the womb

Can they truly be so blind that they believe my life is unholy and daemonic, when I would come before every single one of them in a sackcloth robe and ashes, and with words of forgiveness?

Every breath I have made is one of love and kindness and praise, yet I would be cast to a fire and fed to the dogs, that men see me not even fit for a tomb

By all the good in the world, I must proclaim they are truly the monsters, that they would murder me and desecrate this holy temple I am different, in complete lovelessness!

 

Yet the Lord saw what I truly was, scared and afraid, and that I was a being of love for all creatures, and that I even am sad to take a life of a tormentor in preservation

O, kind Lord, how blessed you are for the love you gave me, and for the words of love you spoke to me every night to soothe my sanguine cuts that abound

And, yea, though I see in every blink of my eyes the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I shall not fear the razor or the thorn, for thy rod and staff comfort me, and I am brought salvation

For coming is the light, and even if I am not to wake again after my sleep, I shall come to see your face in the glory of heaven, Father, for as lost as one can be, I have been found

Yet I question, if my eyes may be so gifted as to open, what shall I see before me? Shall I feel another thousand blades, or will I finally see the light?

 

I come now, as I woke once more, to see ordained the unfamiliar, the strange. I saw before me a woman, who only smiled as she helped me to my feet, an odd gesture from the start

An angel, did I see her as, for I asked if I had come to breathe the saccharine air of Paradise, but she merely responded that was a fate for much a different night

What I could merely ask is why she was not among a horde to slay me, and she answered in her sweet voice, "I found you, in great pain . You are seen a daemon, but I see your kind heart.".

Could this truly be? That so blessed was I, to find one that would have had spent their night healing the wounds of a great wretch as I was, to be the only one to show me love

I saw the years pass before my eyes, and I saw a fate, where I could have shown the kindness of the light that all men so greatly had seemed to lack

 

The story of my life has now began, and I have come from the wreckage, I held by the promise of the Lord, and sent had he by mere chance what seems like an angel from above

My hurt shall now fade, and I shall show the love I always had to those whose only wish was me to die, as little as mankind had cut me in the way of slack

I breathe a new light, as the stars shine, and smile comes to my faces, a love shown never before has come, and I have seen the true power of the Holy Ghost

So as this night comes, and rest does this Seraphim so peacefully against my haunches, and I in the bliss of my knowledge of mercy and love incarnate curled up so

The pen has writ the beginning of my tale, but I will bless the reader so as to write the last words of my tale of eternal bliss as I fade to Old Age, and you succeed me, gracious host

Edited July 29, 2012 by KakeiTheWolf

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Whoops, forgot to turn Ponify off when I copy pasted! Sorry about that, I'll nab a fresh copy to edit with.

 

Edit: It's fixed now.

Edited July 29, 2012 by KakeiTheWolf