Unicorn Catacombs

Now despite what you believe, your ability is not as you perceive

For in every Unicorn family, is a disappointing philosophy

That the magic now believed, to be of original talent

Is a Lie for you see, the crystal can only be so clear, when the operation is so far from pure.

Within the dark underground

Their is no escape

For the lives of the feeble

Life is unfeasible

Crystal Magic for the families

In the Unicorn Catacombes

Of weather and earth, what's left for the lives that cannot do either? Not but to find a stronger parantaa?

Of a time before the Equians the usual conclusion was of a bit more feral solution. To preach of superior minds, when action is taken in deprived kind.

Within the dark underground

Their is no escape

For the lives of the feeble

Life is unfeasible

Crystal Magic for the families

In the Unicorn Catacombes

Trottingham, Prance, Saddle Arabia, no house was left untainted.

For the true power of Unicorns, lies in their traditions, with use of the only matter that the others would not adapt.

For it all began, long before their current praxis, a horror story told in archaic practices.

Within the dark underground

Their is no escape

For the lives of the feeble

Life is unfeasible

Crystal Magic for the families

In the Unicorn Catacombes

The weakest were taken and trapped within their prison, the number of those lives untold.

Torture, Manipulation, Decapitation; Crying, Screaming, Dieing.

The end a relieved conclusion.

For blood and magic are twined, in their message of horrific times.

What is to be said, when all of them are dead?

Within the dark underground

Their is no escape

For the lives of the feeble

Life is unfeasible

Crystal Magic for the families

In the Unicorn Catacombes

Of glinting streets and glowing entities, can only be seen as the Crystal Empire ponies. Within the tomes of old are all that is left to be told?