First there was only a nip in the air
that trickling bitter chill that found each coat's every hair
Second came an early storm of snow
but there was no need to panic when everypony still saw the sun's glow
Third came the constant realization that every-tribe still had no ally
with their increased fury, carnage and storm continued to multiply
Fourth was the word of the Unicorn King on his throne
to force the pegasi to bring an end to the cyclone
Fifth was unicorns and pegasi in yet another war
leaving earth pony fields burdened with countless gore
Sixth is each never-ending war to drive us closer to doom
until each has seen enough to beg for a return to the womb
Seventh is the earth ponies who rise from their squalor
with stallions, mares, and foals wearing war's own collar
Eighth is the spirits unearthly and howl through the ice
bringing unnumbered violence to make all before seem like paradise
Ninth is a meeting in but a poor hut
with every tribe trying to figure out how to exit this rut
Tenth is all yet to be told in this narrative of endless strife
as the only living these ponies know is on the edge of a knife