Life, it seems, has lost all glamour
Nothing left but waste and clamor.
Here I am, a different pony, indeed
One who is here, but not quite me.
Life was sweet, and fun, and kind
Now it seems it's caught in a bind.
Now I see no path ahead
But I may yet walk among the dead.
A glimmer of hope lies beyond my sight
Until I find it, I still push and fight.
But I find that my strength is failing
Since the day of my son's impaling.
Damn those who took my son!
In due time, you'll have reason to run!
Once I have what I aim to find
The damage will be returned in kind.
Alas! I have the Zebra's scroll!
I've found the spell to revive my foal!
Don't worry, my dear son, mommy will avenge you.
With the plan I've devised, I'll make sure chaos ensues
In that wretched town of Ponyville!