The Coming Storm

I see the lands below me that,

Up from above do seem so flat.

See ponies of magic, earth and air,

Their ignorance spares them despair.

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Free from the dangers of outside,

From realms beyond, unsanctified.

The same ruler for a thousand years,

Met by claps and inane cheers.

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Stagnant is the land below,

The realm where I'm dispatched to go.

What have their wretched parties brought?

I'll show them that it was for naught.

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So my airship descends through the clouds,

No fanfare, but a trumpet sounds.

They'll toe the line to keep on living,

They'll find the Storm King unforgiving.

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They might call this a tragedy.

But I'll break chains of false harmony.

They gaze upon my broken horn,

Look at me with eyes forlorn.

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This is the end of pointless days,

In time they'll give me my due praise.

A new era for this land's begun,

Who will serve me, who will shun?