Perhaps you've seen it, maybe in a dream.

A beautiful, thriving land.

A place where Friendship may mend your ailing mind.

You will lose everything.

Once branded.

The symbol of the Pony.

An augur of happiness.

Your past.

Your future.

Your very self.

None will have meaning, and you won't even care.

By then, you'll be something other than human.

A thing that thrives in happiness.

A Pony.

Long ago, in a walled off land, far to the north, a great princess built a great kingdom.

I believe they called it Equestria.

Perhaps you're familiar.

No, how could you be.

But one day, you will stand before its pearly gates.

Without really knowing why...

Like a moth drawn to a flame.

Your wings will burn in anguish.

Time after time.

For that is your fate.

The fate of the cursed.

three rings for the Dragon-kings under the sky
seven for the Dog-lords in their halls of stone
nine for mortal ponies doomed to die
one ring for the dark lady on her dark throne
in the land of everfree where the shadows lie

one ring to rule them all
one ring to find them
one ring to bring them all
and in the darkness bind them

in the land of everfree where the shadows lie