The Beast

In arctic North on frozen wind,
There was a thing that blood made grin.

It searched and looked, but could not find,
Another of its lonely kind.

And so it left its snowy home,
In desp'rate search to find its own.

But then it found in southern land,
Delightful food so far from bland.

Upon four legs the prey would trot,
Until in fear they would be caught.

For eons more it stalked the night,
Catching ponies in horrid fright.

The princess there would not abide,
That her ponies that they would hide.

And so she left her marble throne,
To fight the beast that claimed her home.

For days and moons their battle fought,
'Til monster seem'd to have been caught.

In Princess grace she did extend,
Peace if beast would let strife end.*

No more to cause flight and fear,
In the ponies far and near.

But, hark, what error this would be,
For Princess dear did not yet see.

The beast had still though bound and beat,
A cunning way by which to cheat.

With patience she did turn away,
And in that moment lost the day.

Beast struck what seem'd a mortal blow,
To her who had just lain him low.

Even as she began to die,
The hunter strove to suck her dry.

Filled with her blood it turned and fled,
To try to hide, and flee the dead.

And since that day it's laid in wait,
For season come foretold by fate.

From when its cave it will descend,
To bring to ponykind their end.