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// Prologue 
// Story: The Song of the Mandrake Queen 
// by Tavifag 
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The simple folk of Ponyville
From whence this story hails
Derive a certain perverse thrill
From dark and spooky tales

In quiet whispers, some may tell
Of evil they have seen:
A vision from the pits of Hell,
The dreaded Mandrake Queen

A banshee made of twisted wood,
Her eyes are jet black holes
She stalks the righteous, hunts the good,
And gobbles up their foals

And ponies claim that late at night
Whilst having pleasant dreams
They have been woken in a fright
By shrill and monstrous screams

Upon the breaking of the day
When folks have heard that sound
A foal, they’ll say, has run away;
But they are never found.

But she was not just born that way,
That dreaded, demon mare;
Pure evil walks by light of day
And takes one unaware.

So gather friends, for now’s the time
As nights grow cold and long,
To hear this cautionary rhyme:
The Mandrake Queen’s sad song.