From far and wide the ponies came,
They marvelled at the sight.
A shudder ran all through the crowd
Upon that fateful night.
It was the eve of Nightmare Moon,
That much, at least, is true,
But also it was Tirek's time,
Lavan's and Grogar's too.
Out of the murk loomed Chrysalis,
With Sombra, whereupon,
Catrina laughed and purred with glee,
All reformation gone.
Judge Megan and Judge Twilight then
Strode out to start the clock,
"You have one hour. The victor shall
Win Minty's oldest sock!"
A deathly hush fell on the place
As dreadful deeds were done.
The watchers, safe behind their shield,
Still longed to turn and run.
But when the villains' time was up,
They waited side by side,
Their faces (those who had them) flushed
With awful, evil pride.
So why was it both judges bore
A smile upon their face?
"You've proved," they said, "your skills are good!"
That word a rogue's disgrace!