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// Rainbow Factory - A Poem 
// Story: Rainbow Factory - A Poem 
// by dashie76 
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Rainbow Factory - A Poem

By dashie76

I do not own Rainbow Factory.  This is a fan made work.

Come, young child, and you will hear
A tale of woe and murder and fear
A horrible government conspiracy
A lab:  The Rainbow Factory

You see, there's a test, a flying test
Young flyers compete to see who's the best
Those who fail, with bad flying gaits
For them, a terrible fate awaits

You see, way back when, 'fore Nightmare came
The sun and rainbows Celestia gave
But after the massive Nightmare scare
The moon was left in Celestia's care

But she couldn't handle that kind of excess
She still had to act as royal princess
Now, only two things could be used by her
She thought, and thought, until she was sure

Rainbows they'd have to do without
For the sun and the moon had to stay on their route
But the unicorns took on the rainbows themselves
They experimented with hundreds of spells

They finally made artificial rainbows
They weren't as good, but their color still glowed
Until a group of insane pegasi
Found another solution and managed to lie

To the entire land 'bout what they might see
Inside the Rainbow Factory
Not a well-oiled machine that shines and glows
But one spattered with blood that creaks and groans

For the pegasi needed special ingredient
To get all the different colors and gradients
What is this substance of need, you ask?
Live pegasi children are used, but alas

Nopony had found out this secret yet
And if one fails the exam, they should get
A one-way ticket out of the country
Instead, they are shipped to the Factory

Where ribs are smashed and ponies are dropped
Into a gigantic metal pot
Where bodies are broken and shattered and torn
And once the children's bodies are scoured

Of every last bit of color found
The cogs begin to grind and pound
The remnants are burned, all clues are erased
So the horrible deed might have never took place

In the Factory, such blood was shed
At least, that's what my grandfather said

But sometimes, faintly, you might just hear
The grind of levers, the screams of fear
The splash of blood on linoleum floor
The cries of agony, terror, and gore

And I think that maybe Celestia missed
A few murderous workers who fell off the list
Of pegasus ponies to kill that day
When Celestia went to make them pay

Now, some say because I am tired and old
My brain is rotted and turning to mold
But heed this warning, young child I met

The Factory is not over yet.