The Poem is called "Ridley's Riddle." catch it post-break.
Ridley's Riddle, by Cadejo Jones
I met a mare named Ridley Box
while riding on the rails
a Pegasus with wings all scarred
My word--How she was pale!
She sat across from me in silence
and watched the world roll by
'til she looked up from the window
and I guess I caught her eye
she said hi, think I replied
with no more than hello
she said that she was nervous, and
asked me, "Does it Show?"
I shrugged and hoped that said enough--
that she'd leave me alone--
but she went on, "It's just that, well-
I'm moving out from home.
"I'm moving to Las Pegasus
I'm following my dreams
I'm going to write for movies
see my name upon a screen
"I wanna meet Starstruck, be Starstruck,
I wanna see my name in lights
I wanna own a dozen ranches
date models, get in fights!
"I want to be so famous,
that everypony worships me!"
she'd been standing on the cushions,
and slumped back in her seat.
"See, Manehattan's old, and it's far too cold
and the sun just never shines
it's far too loud, hate the crowds,
they're so angry all the time!"
She sighed. "it hurt to leave so much behind, but
what else could I do?
So long as I was there I knew
my dreams would not come true."
Her sigh went on, and then--"Hold on,
Gosh, I've been so rude!
I've been on about me, and now I see
I never asked about you!"
she looked at me so expectantly
that before I thought, I spoke
it felt like a shout, but I mumbled out
"Well, your dream's a joke."
and it felt wrong, but I stumbled along
"I just left your city of dreams
Your hope is sweet,
but it'll die in the heat
nothing there is what it seems
"yes, Griffonstone was once my home
but I could not stand my kind
a lust for gold from the days of old
had a hold that made them blind.
"So I left that land for the desert sand
and that city which you speak,"
--I felt so mean, and yet it seemed
I could not shut my beak--
"What I found on your hallowed ground
was a citadel of fakes
they're no more real than your silly film reels,
and I hate how the earth there shakes!
"You'll be all alone, you should go back home
Manehattan's where it's at."
She called me cruel, and I called her a fool
and it turned into a spat
and all the while we were being hostile
the train was gaining speed
our words we made into ugly blades
to make each other bleed
Too Hot!
Too Cold!
Too Young!
Too Old!
It reached a fever pitch!
I said "You dumb ponies are far to nosy."
and she said, "Listen you bird brained son of a
The Train
ground
to a halt.
In the corner of my eye, I saw a pink mare run off into the distance.
As the Pegasus and I bungled apologies to each other,
the conductor came and told us sheep were on the tracks.
He left us silence.
"Did we..?" she asked.
"Yes?" I replied.
"Just now, did we rhyme?" she said.
"The whole time," I said.
"Do you mind?" I said.
"It's fine," she said.
she bit her lip--
more silence.
"Las Pegasus," she said to no one.
"Lasss Pegasusss."
She rolled the syllables around her mouth with her tongue like they were pieces of hard candy.
"Las Pegasus," she said.
When she got there, I heard she went into radio.
