LordSolarMacharius

My Fancy Flies Out Written by Temistocle Solera and Giuseppe Verdi Translated by LordSolarMacharius My fancy flys out on wings made of purest gold And settles in my lost homeland of old, Where the air soft and mild smells so warm and sweet, And the ground is soft beneath my feet. Where Jordan flows between valleys of emerald, Where the towers of Zion shone in the days of old! Oh! My beautiful homeland, now lost to time! Now only exists in dreams so sublime! O golden harp, played by the prophets of old! Why do you hang so silently on the willow, so cold! Sing a song, and rekindle our memories dear! Sing us of Israel, of comfort a

The Mane Six had gathered together over the famous "ponynet". They'd all recently bought a game called "Sid Neigher's Civilization IV". They'd agreed to a friendly match, and were in the midst of picking their nations while video-chatting. "Fluttershy, you're going with Gandhi?" Rainbow Dash groaned. "Come on, be assertive!" "I'm fine with India, thank you," Fluttershy said quietly. "I'm going with Peter of Russia," Twilight said enthusiastically. "And you, Rainbow?" "Genghis Khan," Rainbow Dash said. Her friends could practically feel the smug grin on her face. "Oh, we've got another player joinin' in," Applejack said in surprise. "Didn