//------------------------------// // [Alternate Ending] Witch // Story: The Hanging of Twilight Sparkle // by The Pink Mugsy //------------------------------// Come near, dear child, and to you I will tell, The story of how our great kingdom once fell It was on a bright day, not unlike this good morn’ That the greatest of evil and atrocities was born Strong she was, and keen of power Learning more about the world through every hour And though some might say that she was yet a child, In truth she already knew the world in its guile Ever she grew, and love she did gain But in her heart kindness was already slain Fame she found, helping young and old, But generosity could find no purchase in her soul Relationships founded on happiness and laughter, In her mind were nothing but cheerless rafters She manipulated us all with flattery and lies, Honesty being her greatest disguise She spun of friendship a very grand tale Her loyalty naught but an elusive veil And on a dark night, just like last, she did say ‘This night the moon comes, and the moon I shall slay’ Drawing upon the knowledge only she possessed, She did send a great beam, and put the ruler to rest Bright was the burning and many were the souls, Who gathered in the light, and vanished in the cold Through the streets she was paraded, haggard and worn The target of everypony’s hatred and scorn Punished she was, for the things she had done, For destroying the night and grieving the sun And perhaps redemption she found, at last in the end, As her soul passed on, without even a friend But this is only half the story, my dear little one For in truth, the fall had already begun The kingdom roared and groaned as it never before had, Twisting and turning as the gods showed their plans Wars and rumors of wars spread like fire, As ponies recognized the power of desire Through the years we struggled and fought, Watching friendship and love fall into rot And though some may say this story is but myth and lore, Others say the Witch of Ponyville comes, once again, once more