In a land called Equestria: does she dwel;
A Zebra named Zecora: amid the swell.
The forest that looms would choke away most,
But never the one who dealt with it most.
Dashing through paths and animal trails,
Black and white flashes amidst the veils.
But even with all that could be seen in sight:
Twas what came before that caused the most fright.
Two cats that were white as snow:
Planning the death of a filly and so…
With what she heard had she dashed through the night;
Arriving in the morning to explain her plight.
But amid her worries did she find something odd:
Two of the one: now three. What the sod?
Try as she might to listen to their story:
Her words ended the conversation and gave way to worry.
“They plan something in the woods we fear?”
“I’m afraid so: their time draws near.”
With the 12 and 15 and 16 in tow:
They dashed in to give Starswirl what they owed.
Alas the travel was dangerous and challenging,
Especially with three loud fillies arguing.
“We must go after him in all the timelines!”
“Would you stop bickering and watch the inclines!”
With their journey soon coming to an end:
What they witnessed would take long to mend.
A serpent engorged upon the spires:
Chaotic energies held amid the fires.
The blood seeped deep into the Everfree,
Feeding monsters desperate. I plead:
“Why would you bring this curse upon us all?
With your actions alone we’re doomed to fall!”
The cats just smiled and clutched the orb.
It was then that it was soon absorbed.
The land split in two as the group swiftly fled:
All but three fillies up way past their bed.
Together the three charged the creature:
And then vanished with all the castle’s features.
I cannot claim to believe my eyes:
But the hole in the Everfree remains to my surprise.
The others followed with a flick of a spell:
And that is where Zecora bid her farewells.
So if you read this carving at this sight:
Beware the pit. With that: goodnight.