Mare jewel! How can ye fearsome be, yet cool?
Is it because your eyes have power to Stare?
Then know that mercy is your golden rule:
And greater kindness do, to save but scare.
So when three fillies visited, I swear
They saw the power of your imperious eyes,
And after Sweetie sang, a chicken... where?
Into the forest dark, where danger lies!
The CMC essayed a trip unwise:
The monster stoned, as cockatrices do,
Fair Twilight! Then the fillies' anguished cries
Brought you to them, fine courage found anew.
You mercy showed that creature; let it be;
And calm befell the woods of Everfree.