In the town of Ponyville

On the outskirts of Ponyville

There is a forest

The residents call

The Everfree Forest

Some of the ponies only say “it bores us”

While some are frightened out of their mind

But others that enter

When they look behind

They are never seen again

But in that fateful forest

There is a zebra

Who lives in a whimsical tree

Zecora, this zebra is named

But residents believe if Zecora is spoken

They must be shamed

But that was before

A magical unicorn

And a young filly

Changed their minds

Zecora, as this zebra was named

And those who spoke were never shamed

Zecora, this friendly zebra

Was a very special zebra

Her whimsical mind

And whimsical ways

Were only to cheer up those dark and lonely days

But one night

When the tree was dark

And Zecora was alone

There was a noise upstairs

She went upstairs to take a look

At the top of the stairs there was a door

So Zecora took a deep breath and tried it

And her magical light

Showed her something moving

Just beyond the door

There was a tattered dress

And a feeling she had felt somewhere before

And there was a creepy doll

That will always follow her

It’s eyes were big and wide

one eye was ruined

And dyed

The dyed eye was  crimsoned

To a very dark colored red

And the creepy doll

That will follow her

It’s mouth was pretty

But wide open

Zecora spoke

Her words awoke

“Have my eyes deceive

A doll I have never believe”

She felt her hooves tugging her out the door

And  trying to leave the bloodstained floor

Then the doll turned its head

And Zecora gasped

A low and dark gasp

That almost made her rasp

She closed the door

And told herself it was just a dream

“Do not deceive yourself”

Is what she said to herself

She told her unbelieving head

That it was just a dream

“You were daydreaming”

Is what she said

“My vision is blurring”

In the morning

She headed to town

To go antiquing

When she entered the store

There was a strange old colt

With a wandering eye

And a withered hoof

When he handed her a wooden box

She could hear his old bones creaking

And she realized just what she would find inside

The moment that she sees

Her own name carved into the tarnished silver key

And there’s the creepy doll

That will always follow her

It’s ruined eye was always open

And there’s the creepy doll

That will follow her

It’s pretty mouth was still open

When she came home late

The doll had await

Her return

Then she realized the doll was nocturne

And when she fixed a snack

The doll said it would like some too

The doll is in her house

And in her room

And in her bed

The doll is in her eyes

And in her hooves

And in her head

Zecora spoke again

“Have I gone mad?

This doll is making me sad

It may cause my death

And take away my last breath!”

“And what about that old colt?

I have a feeling he’ll be back with a jolt

He may be old, but I must still behold.

He will return

Possibly when I burn.”

Now at the late of night

When the Lunar princess’ Moon is bright

Oh it was brighter than Celestia’s broad daylight

She headed downstairs

Because she just can’t sleep

In that haunted upstairs

She decided to make some tea

And do her housekeep

And the doll was there

It disapprovingly asked

“Do you really need that much honey?”

That was when Zecora decided that she’d had enough

She locked the doll in the wooden box

The one the  colt had given her

She decided to put the box aflame

Until it became

Untamed

She put the box in the fireplace

Next to her bag of magical items

And  supernatural emblems

She knew she had to make all these phantoms

Disappear

Unless she happened to mishear

As the smoke filled up the tiny room

The dark gray smoke swirled

And made up Zecora’s one and only dream world

It curled and whirled until it spelled a single word

The word that bolstered and bothered her to the worse

It made her want to undo the curse

And go back in reverse

The worry filled her chest

And made her feel like a pest

She fell in her hoof rest and watched the word unfurl

Zecora the word spelled

And made her compel

There was nothing she could do

Even though she wanted to alter that mistake

And gave her heart an earthquake

Far too late she realized the one in the box was her

And that’s the creepy doll

That always followed her

It had a ruined eye

That’s always open

And that’s a creepy doll

That always followed her

It had a pretty mouth

To swallow

Her whole

And as she began to fade

The old colt watched outside

Digging her a grave

He’d known

Exactly what would happen

And how

He’d known the doll

Was a voodoo doll

But he’d thought Zecora was wise

And had known

And wouldn’t despise

Being alone

Locked up with a creepy doll

Dear Princess Celestia,

I visited the Everfree Forest today and Zecora wasn’t there. No one was there. I was hoping you might know where they could have gone. Nothing was there and the tree she lived in was burnt down.  There was no clue at all. I am very worried, Princess Celestia! There was no sign of attack only ashes, ashes, and more ashes.. There wasn’t even a letter! Apple Bloom and I are going to go visit again soon. Next time we both have the time we are both going in the Everfree forest to check it out again.

. . . .  . . . . . . . . ..  ..  . . . . . . .. .  .. . . . . .                                     Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle