>You find yourself wandering in the wood
>You didn't really ask yourself if you should
>It's cold out, so you just so happened to figure that you could
>You've been so lonesome as of late
>You have no one to share your time with, for pleasure, argue or even debate
>You can't help but think that isolation may be your ultimate fate
>Without time to prepare, three ponies come out of the brush!
>None of them are quite skillful, they were quite the opposite of being a hush
>The middle one, orange with yellow mane, stares at you only to blush
>"I..."
>You don't know what she could want
>"I'm the dread bandit Jacky, and you stumbled into my haunt!"
>"Give us your money, I see all that you flaunt!"
>"Please don't make us fight you, we'd like to keep it nonchalant..."
>The three pose, threatening you with their dare
>To be honest, the red one doesn't look like she could care
>The white one keeps fiddling with her hair
"Excuse me but what the fuck."
"I'm walking along this path and your words hit me like a truck."
"Do you really gotta hit me when I'm down so low, all for a buck?"
>The yellow one looks... hurt
>"I... maybe you could settle for giving us your shirt?"
"I don't fold from your threat so you invert?"
>"Well I kinda feel awkward after having all that to blurt..."
>This is unreal
>You just wanted to be alone and now you have a pony giving you this spiel
>Against your better judgement, you kneel
"...you guys really are kinda without..."
>The red pony gives you a small pout
>"It's not our fault you tout."
>You begin to feel sorry for the girls
>Their sad eyes shine at you like pearls
>And to be honest... your arm strength isn't all that great because you've been skimping on the curls
"Why not... come home with me?"
>The yellow one smiles hesitantly
>"You mean it... honestly?"
"Absolutely, miss..."
>"Jacky."

>You take them to your home, where you live alone
>It's not much, but it is your own
>It's not long before they explore your zone
>The red one watches you, with more than a little surprise
>She has such a gleam in her wide eyes
>"You're really allowing us here... no lies?"
>You shrug and chuckle
"Your cuteness made me buckle."
"But if this is a scam, you're going to taste my knuckle..."
>Before you know it, they're all skipping and racing around
>With them around, so isolation you're no longer bound
>The yellow one looks at you, realizing that you had frowned
>"What's wrong?"
"I haven't had company like you in quite so long."
>"You're the first to say that... maybe we have a bond that is strong!"
>You aren't fond of the idea that something is destined to be
>But she looks at you so cheerily
>It really is something that brings you to a well-hidden level of glee
"Listen... my name is Anonymous."
"I live... a life that's rather sad and autonomous."
"If you three were to stay here, I would feel... not ecstatic. But something synonymous."
>The three couldn't believe their ears
>Without expecting it, they gave you all various cheers
>Only after the weight of your words did they turn to tears
>"You are too kind about this..."
"Well I would have you subsisting on worms and piss."
>"We must reward you... with a kiss!"
>A pony that wants to lock lips with you
>More than a few emotions from that are starting to stew
"W-well, I best be going to bed now...so... uh... adieu!"
>You hastily get up, quickly hiding what so silently grew
>Your next days, you share with ponies where you dine
>You find happiness, this must be a sign
>One night, after a little whine
>You learn of the pink pony
>Sparking Shine

>It has been years since they joined your home
>Around it they do so still eagerly roam
>You come across the white one reading a tome
>"I wonder... where did we come from, good sir?"
"I don't know. But I kinda enjoy being your chauffeur."
>She seems to enjoy your answer and reacts with a purr
>A woman visits your home, by the name of Nona
>For some reason you keep referring to her as Donna
"She says she knows where you came from... she has answers if you go. Do you wanna?"
>"What?! No, she smells!"
>"No way in seven hells!"
>"She looks like a witch that can cast spells..."
>Though she argues, she realizes she's arguing in vain
>Your kindness to the girls was evidently her bane
>Long still may the glory of these three ponies reign
>Even though it is still technically your domain
>One fateful night, the white one approaches
>"Good sir Anon, we've been treating your home like roaches..."
>"If it pleases you, allow us to wear your sigil as a set of broaches?"
>She sure is formal, that much is sure
>A little too much so, and you're afraid there's no cure
"Don't be silly, your companionship is pure."
"You three are my friends, and I hope my friends you will stay."
"I would be heavily distraught if I one day found that you were all away."
"You bring color to what once was all but grey."
>You would say more but she sneezed with a neigh
>She's a bit of a spacy pony, full of mysticism
>She's strong-willed, so sometimes there will be a schism
>When the going gets tough, you have noticed that she defaults to stoicism
>She is the one and only
>Faint Prism

>Time continues to flow while you're with them
>Each one is a particular gleaming gem
>All with cracks and flaws, but nothing that you could condemn
>The four of you create a whole that's larger than any individual sum
>Hard to believe that one day you used to be some listless bum
>And it's still funny to make fun of Jacky because she used to be just a little dumb
>Every little accomplishment they fulfill gives you pride
>Never once with you have they ever had to flee or hide
>Every mishap, you have taken in stride
>Even though Jacky always tried
>Sparking Shine used to be snide
>And Faint Prism, when alone, often cried
>Make no mistake, all of you used to be worthless dregs
>It was impossible to get ahead when every accomplishment were beaten down like stray pegs
>Now every meal is a feast, even if it's just some scrambled eggs
>They are your one and only
>Your most beloved bootlegs