Through silent halls the mare went creeping,
Whilst candy-colored mate was sleeping,
Accompanied by moonlight peeping,
Through windows at her sordid feat.
Her secret mission dreadful clear,
To purloin sweets held oh-so dear,
And though discovery she did fear,
Her hoofsteps kept their steady beat.
Minty hooves made haste downstairs
(While partner slumbered unawares)
To confectioners' sacred lairs,
In which dwelled forbidden treat.
Through cabinets she began to rifle,
pushing past custard and trifle,
while squeaking hinges try to stifle,
her heart’s pounding drum beat.
Finally! Her prize sat waiting,
Patiently through her locating,
(And unbecoming salivating),
Behind a sack of ground buckwheat.
She snatched a scoop of umbral gold,
Stuffed it twixt her mouthy fold,
Stashed the bag back in its hold,
and spun around for her retreat.
Her tongue prepared for Elysial bliss,
But all too quick felt taste amiss,
As she let out a guttural hiss,
From acrid pain in her mouth-meat.
As she writhed, mouth burning, frothing,
Her body racked with hearty coughing,
There came a soft and subtle laughing,
From the darkened kitchen's seat.
The light became a blinding glare,
Revealing Bon Bon sitting there,
Quite awake and quite aware,
Her aura steaming with conceit.
"I've told you but it bears repeating,
Baker's chocolate's not for eating.
Now tell me how it feels for cheating?"
Through tears, Lyra moaned: "...Bittersweet."