Poems for the Sweetest of Ponies

[CPsSecretLover]

As the cool of the night bears down
It leaves the sparkling city
In a black silk evening gown

And as the activities of day cease
The suburbs are draped
In a silent, solemn peace

Into this great tranquility I wander
And I stare out into the endless blankness
As my long-term fate I ponder

Is loneliness to be my lot
Is that my reward
For all that I have fought?

Perhaps I will be blessed
With a miracle of sorts
So I will not be depressed

And as I think this
Hark, a mysterious voice yonder
Brings a pang of bliss