The unicorns hold nothing without their magic
they still raised the sun and moon at the cost of thousands of lives
when gods who could do so easily were not far away
but they were now
when the proud pony race had its hooves in the mud
like the very neighbors that they so casually cheated
for food that could not survive in the mountain
and neither would they
soon
the sun and moon would fall
if no attempt to save this wasteland was made
as they sat in the dirt
cold chilling them
and robbing of them of breath
soon
the kingdom of the unicorns
would just be a tomb for Platinum to inherit
a mass grave of the bitterest cold
if no moves were made to rescue
the figureheads they worshiped
and the gilded fools that shepherded them
so a messenger from this northern mountain
to seek out the only unicorn left
with their magic intact
the heroes of the unicorns
while to the southeast
earth ponies cower
at the magic of the sirens three
and ready a messenger of their own
with pleas for help
and money to do the talking
for the heroes of ponykind
both travel different lands
with tales of terror
and one destination, shared
like the misery that binds them all