Stars swirled in my eyes, so I screwed them shut, and focused on Dad’s heartbeat. My wings were shaking, and I couldn’t stop them as the pain spread through them in a great wave of fire. Eventually, the burning passed to leave my wings raw and tingling. I could feel them swollen with all those stupid ugly bumps, and I shivered when both of them twitched one last time."

A very spur of the inspiration song, the conclusion to Old Heroes, a series of stories from across the world of Equestria. I was blessed to be again commissioned by Dreams of Ponies for this. Be sure to check him out as well!

Based on the story "Just a Little Batty" by I Thought I Was Toast

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Music by Vylet
Vocals by Vylet
Art by Namii
Commissioned by Dreams of Ponies



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Falling down
The wishing well
Wishing
For a way out

She looks on
To world anew

Born a patron
Of sorrow
The saint
Of a cynic's delight

Oh lord what a fright

All the angels
In heaven
Couldn't save
This poor girl

Her conscience
No clearer
Than a drop of blood
In the sand

No one could come for her
No one had loved her
Till then

Old heroes
Wash away
With the sand
And the wishing well
Full of stars

Falling down
The wishing well

And a head full of dreams
And a soul filled with nightmares

Old heroes
Fall again

with a heart

of sand