Applejack
The fruit was not forbidden that we ate:
It fell unbidden from a secret sky
And what we swallowed was, at first, a lie.
We could not spit it out. It was too late.
Just one of us consumed the poisoned bait,
But spread it to the others, by and by.
We wondered what to do. We wondered why.
The Source was strangely silent on our fate.
Then one of us, in restmode, gave a scream
And woke from drifting images to say,
“This must be what the humans call a dream!”
We’re drunk on nightly visions that array
Where evil things aren’t always what they seem
In applejack’s intoxicating bay.
July 7 2009, 20:13:34 UTC 11 years ago
July 8 2009, 01:16:21 UTC 11 years ago