Foalhood Unvisited
By Princess Luna
Ask me about my foalhood,
And I will tell you I've forgotten it,
Somewhere in an old battered chest,
Tucked away in a place I can’t find it,
Even if I searched it out;
In a room I've hidden the key to,
The place I store nightmares,
Stories of lost friendships,
Segments of family no longer connected,
Or epics of court duties that didn't work out,
That place I keep sealed off,
Dark, dusty, unvisited,
Unwelcomed for ponies to stay in,
Concealed from prying eyes,
A place of sacred reverence,
Like the prayers we offer to the dead,
Enclosed by a garden where nothing grows,
But the misery those relics left behind.