Filk: Mane Of Gold- a filk of Sting - Fields of GoldYou'll remember her, as the westward flown, atoned for sins and folly. You'll recall the past, and her searching eye, as you trot in fields of old.Though she wrote her woe, you to gaze upon Amidst the realms of folly. In her hooves, you slept, as a mom becomes. Secure in strands of gold."Will you trust in me, will accept my love, Despite my eyes and folly? We're together now, under painted sky, Bundled up in legs to hold."Sing the mail mare's hoof, steady as a sword, Against the cries of folly. See her boldly cry, when they cast you out, When you wept in fields of gold."I always hope princesses like you Never forget where they have come from. In the air of the night still left, We'll talk in words of hope, and hide from winter's cold."Many realms surpassed s
Three beats of the angel wingsThree beats of the angel wings under the sky,seven find the dead hearts in their cage of bone,those which Mortal Man told goodbye.One sends the grey bird to the damp ground,in the hearts of broken, under golden eyes.Grey wings to fool them all, grey wings to find them.Grey wings to hold them all and in their darkeness, mind them.In the Land of Derpy, where the Dreamers cry.