Another scream do I hear.
Wallowing in pathetic fear?
Or is this just an owl's hoot.
Hunting mice; with eyes Acute?
Oh yes. It is her.
Awake and calling me by every slur.
Lowly Earth walker and worse still,
No Unicorn I would make for I would never have the will.
Sticks and stones, my dear.
You'll just be another horn on my neck I shall wear.
She doesn't like it? Is she not stable?
Well no wonder! She ended up on my table!
It is late and time for my bed.
But my work isn't finished. Her body must be bled.
Before I rest my sleepy head,
One more pony will lie dead.
My love and I enter our room.
Stained with red; it's more like a tomb.
My dearest Pegasus, so young and so fair.
She knows my work. I'm fully aware.
The glint in her eye is all I need to know,
that a monster has awakened and chaos it will sow.
Yes! Yes! That's the way!
Downward angle! Avoid the spray!
The orange one knows what to do!
Drain its blood! Rend and hew!
Cold steel sinks right in.
It is pleasure! Not some sin!
Wait! Now look!
One small nick was all it took.
Sliced through thick wall! Dissected it's worth!
Gushing red torrent despite it's girth!
Giggles and laughter, echoing on.
Even my Scootaloo, a smile she does don.
Crimson trickling down the drain,
Drenches concrete; light sound as rain.
Watch it's body, once so warm,
Now a cadaver it doth transform.
Now its skin is icy to touch.
One little nic; it didn't take much.
We both smile and watch. It's face full of woe.
What we had just seen was like sex and we are in afterglow.
She and I calm our nerves, turn and smile.
I can see it in her eyes. She knows she has style.
Scoot stows her toys away for now.
Leaving me to clean up this sow.
Yes. I'll leave this one; so much to do!
But my burden is lessened thanks to my darling Scootaloo.
We leave this den; it's stench frightens death.
Hand and hand; we hold our breath.
The door closes, we give out a sigh.
Latching secure, we bid our friend goodbye.
I give a kiss; long and deep.
She's so cute. She gave a meep!
Blush rules her cheeks; she looks past and away.
I just smile, giggle and say
'I remember when I took you under my wing.
You were so naive, peckish but charming.
'I picked your number, that much is true.
But I would never be caught dead trying to hurt my little Scootaloo.
'Now look at me, my darling love.
Despite tiny wings, you are my dove.
'When I first met you, my heart did soar!
And like a good lover, you made me want more.
'So from here till forever we shall pick,
and I know we will be called twisted and sick.
'But just remember why we do the things we do.
We are not just monsters, my sweet Scootaloo.
'We do what we must. This is what Father said.
Monsters we become so our evil will spread.
'We are now monsters but we will be so much more.
Our Father has promised us power. Life. Everything from this gore.
'So wash up, my darling Scootaloo.
Tomorrow we feast! I'll even make the roux!'
At the drop of a hat, she dashes to get clean.
Showering the blood off, singing on what she had seen.
I smile and watch, counting my blessings.
I even sneak a peek, as she's undressing.
voyeur and admire from the open door.
Trying not to think of tomorrow's big chore.
I leave my lover to bathe off the stains.
Dancing to my bed; Feeling my blood through my veins!
Such excitement for for the horrific deed.
But such is the price for which we must succeed.
In just a few nights time, it shall be done.
All of these years; it's really been fun!
But once it's all over, we shall have what is ours.
Father once spoke of his gifts; incredible powers!
It was a good ruse but still, I have to give him props.
Who in their right mind thinks you can farm out rocks?!
But sooner or later, it all had to end.
Inkie, Blinkie and Scootaloo; together condemned.
Yet on the 6th day and 6th night it will be.
And all of this life shall be but a memory.
Yes. It will come to pass and all will be known.
Casting my darkness down to Celestia's haughty throne.
But then it will be far too late for any kind of reason.
Execution for the crime of high treason.
Sadly for them, we shall be dark heathens.
Transcending them all to become My Little Demons.
From that day forth, it will spell their doom.
Sun, Twilight and even the Luna’s moon.
No mortal guise will be able to withstand!
They will know folly; shown to them first hand.
With the four of us, we shall raise legion.
Gods amongst gods; subjugating for our freedom.
The water will be blood and the sky, eternal night.
The tyranny of the sisters will know Hell’s might.
Those who resist we will promptly sweep aside.
And finally I can take my love as my bride.
Our perfect world.
Our chaos unfurled.
Now my darling is out and all dry.
Such devotion I have for her. It has always made me cry.
She slips into bed, right up next to me.
Her smell, her touch, her all fills me with glee!
With a little giggle, I give her a peck.
Snuggling down; her wings she does fleck.
Under our covers, we snuggle up close.
I wish her goodnight and she gives me her nose.
I kiss it good night and give a little smirk.
It's not easy doing our kind of work.
So what's one more body out of the thousands already dead?
It's for the greater good on this path we have tread.
A few more nights! So there's no need to be glum!
In a few more nights, the end of the world will come.
