> The Bloody Mare > by misskoifishpony > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Let's Begin Our Story, Shall We? > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Trickle, trickle Drip, drip You better beware Of The Bloody Mare Blood dripping from her hair Blood dripping from her stare Blood dripping from everywhere But what you don’t know Is that this blood is not her own Trickle, trickle Drip, drip Foreign pony blood consumed her Foreign pony blood is her Every iron tear Every thick murmur Is all her Trickle, trickle Drip, drip Who is she? What is she? But more importantly Where is she? Trickle, trickle Drip, drip She’s in the house colored sea green In the attic you see She’s something to believe In order to be seen Or so it seems You better beware Of The Bloody Mare But, this mare wasn’t always crimson Her coat wasn’t always dripping dark vermillion Oh no, for she Was just like you and me Trickle, trickle Drip, drip Oh yes, some remembered her What she used to be Some say she was Autumn Serene Trickle, trickle Drip, drip But how did she Became the bloody mess you see? Some say it was magic Or murder of the greatest maniac Some say it was even panic Trickle, trickle Drip, drip As for me I believe It was a friend’s death, you see A friend she loved oh so dearly A friend she couldn’t bare to part with So much so, according to the myth, That not even in death’s heart Could they ever be apart Trickle, trickle Drip, drip After all, Every pony needs a friend To stand by them Till the very end With her friend’s blood, They get to be together Forever and ever Trickle, trickle Drip, drip But, even at the end, The Bloody Mare Still looks for her friend In the depths of her attic lair She will say, “My friend? My friend? Where are you, my friend?” You better beware Of the Bloody Mare All stories have their roots Leading back to the truth And the truth lies Inside the house oh so sea green Once owned by Autumn Serene Trickle, trickle Drip, drip Pinkie Pie’s day started with dare Just one harmless dare From that rainbow mare Without any care But unaware Of The Bloody Mare Trickle, trickle Drip, drip “There would be no pony inside” Rainbow Dash said, “No pony would mind, Everything will be fine.” Pointing to the house of sea green Once owned by Autumn Serene Trickle, trickle Drip, drip But Pinkie then teased, “There could be somepony inside, There could be some pony to see. I mean, Who knows? There could be a new friend In the end.” You better beware Of The Bloody Mare Pinkie Pie bounced inside Paying no mind To how the house creaked And squeaked At every step Her hooves would seek Trickle, trickle Drip, drip The sweet pink mare Completely unaware Of the bloody stains that covered the halls The ceilings, tall walls, The railings, the steps; Everything was mauled By the bloody stains All that remained Was the house that absorbed it all Trickle, trickle Drip, drip It was hard to say If the stains were new that day Or have been there for days Either way, The little pony did not sway away Trickle, trickle Drip, drip Was it the dark Or was it her own naive heart That made her unaware Of the dangers of the Bloody Mare? To me, The house was too dark to see But that’s not all, you see Pinkie didn’t have a naive heart Just a trusting heart Trickle, trickle Drip, drip She trusted the rainbow mare She took Rainbow’s words in with care Pinkie Pie was a true friend Through and through Even if it meant her certain doom Trickle, trickle Drip, drip Creak, creak Squeak, squeak This was the loud speech Of the stairs Leading the pink mare Into the high and dark Attic lair Trickle, trickle Drip, drip The house was drenched In death’s scent At first, to Pinkie, The scent seemed to be, Emphasis on seems, Of old iron But, how could this be? Trickle, trickle Drip, drip But this was not her concern A sad voice made her turn And it said “My friend? My friend? Where are you, my friend?” Trickle, trickle Drip, drip Pinkie ignored the trickle and drip After the voice’s pleas With great pip, Pinkie cheered as loud as you can believe, “Don’t worry new friend! Ole Pinkie Pie is here To put those troubles to an end!” Trickle, trickle Drip, drip The trickling The dripping It was all echoing Louder than before Like it was spilling upon the floor “Friend?!” Said the sad voice, Or rather rejoiced “Is that you, my friend?!” Trickle, trickle Drip, drip The trickling The dripping The echoing The stairs creaking The stairs squeaking Nothing was swaying Pinkie Pie away From the place That Autumn’s friend once stayed She was getting close to the attic lair The lair of the sad mare Or rather, The Bloody Mare Trickle, trickle Drip, drip As she opened the door, She reassured the voice Just like before, “It sure is voice! Hopefully, I get to see your face In this new place! Is this house yours? If so, why are you indoors? Don’t you want to be outside? In the light? There’s no need to hide There’s always a new friend to find.” Trickle, trickle Drip, drip Just then, a lit candle appeared Like a magical spear Ready to combat the darkness And protect her from the mistress In the mist Of her bloody sea Trickle, trickle Drip, drip Pinkie took the candle By its handle And followed it’s light Into the Bloody Mare’s night Trickle, trickle Drip, drip She tilted her head in confusion There was no pony around Was the pony she heard just an illusion? Pinkie looked about and found Piles of furniture instead Covered in dust and sheets She even found an old bed Her new friend was nowhere to be seen Trickle, trickle Drip, drip Pinkie heard somepony’s hoof steps And these steps were very wet It was like they were stepping into puddles And Pinkie Pie, Like a fragile and precious bubble, Was floating straight towards A sharp pointed trouble Trickle, trickle Drip, drip The trickling The dripping It was beginning to bug her No sound, no murmur Nothing but the spilling And her The dusty iron in the air It was becoming too much to bare Pinkie had to call for the new mare again And again And again But, her new friend She didn’t answer Again and again Trickle, trickle Drip, drip Despite her growing fear, Despite her itching doubt, The new mare had to be here So with a shout She called for the new mare again Over and over Again She looked here and there She looked everywhere Nothing in the darkness Nothing in the light Not by the covered furnace Nothing in this attic’s night Trickle, trickle Drip, drip The only thing That she could find, Shining like Celestia’s wing Was a mirror and it’s shine It’s golden frame It’s surface clean from any stain Bloody or otherwise But this made her wonder why Why was it clean? Why was it all pristine? What made it free From any stain? Trickle, trickle Drip, drip The mirror looked new The mirror looked ageless Pinkie wished that she knew Why her time seemed endless In this forsaken place In this bloody darkness Trickle, trickle Drip, drip The candle’s flames Brought a needed softness To the mirror’s golden frame But it also brought out It’s octagon shape She brought her snout Closer to the mirror and it’s frame Wait, was this a name? Trickle, trickle Drip, drip “Winter Beam?” Said Pinkie Pie. But the name Upon the frame It was not carved, She observed It was written in blood Upon the rosewood Trickle, trickle Drip, drip “My friend! My friend! There you are, my friend!” Said the once sad mare Or rather The Bloody Mare Pinkie Pie froze As the sides of her face were exposed To the trickling To the dripping To the spilling To the flooding To the bleeding All of it seeping in Pinkie Pie’s skin “Look Winter Beam,” Said the Bloody Mare, “I kept it nice and clean.” Completely unaware Of Pinkie’s terrified stare “Just for you and me,” Said the wolf to her sheep Despite in her mind They were friends till the end of time Till the end of her time Just like the house’s halls, Railings, and tall walls, Pinkie’s pink fur Was stained with red With a soft whimper, Her heart filled with dread She stared Into her empty, bloody stare She couldn’t breathe She couldn’t believe That her new friend Was only terror and deceit But maybe She just doesn’t understand After all, Her eyes are mauled by blood If the Bloody Mare could see, Pinkie believed, What she’s doing to me, Then she’ll set me free. Just what a good friend should be. But, before she said a word, The Bloody Mare silenced her Forever more Slithering her bloody hoof Over her lips The creak of the roof This simple sound grips The last sounds That Pinkie will ever hear Pinkie’s body shutdowns To the bloody puppeteer “Don’t worry Winter Beam, I’ll put you somewhere Where only I can see You may be there But I’ll be there too With you.” Said The Bloody Mare Trickle, trickle Drip, drip Ever since that day, Pinkie Pie stayed With her new friend Till the very end She was Autumn Serene, But now The Bloody Mare Pinkie Pie was Pinkie, But now she’s Winter Beam And the bloody stare Of The Bloody Mare So remember colts and fillies Past the field of lilies By the house of sea green Take heed When you see A rainbow mare With a gaunt stare She warns, “You better beware Of The Bloody, Bloody Mare.”