The mirror pool · 12:12pm Nov 19th, 2016
Where the brambles are the thickest,
And howls of wind make blood curl,
There you find,
Where our pony reflections whirl,
A pond beyond the thickest vines,
Blackened and thorned like a lady's fate,
A whisper travelling from th' romane ear,
And though curiosity is tempting bait,
'Tis not a tale many a foal should hear.
Coming soon....
Mirror Pool
(Entirely done in rhymes(annoying as f) the tragic tale of the cursed pool,
Brought to you by Chaos Cloud Productions,
With art in chapter)
Looks pretty cool, looking forwards to it.