He Didn't Write for You

He Didn't Write for You

He didn't write for you.

He didn't write for me.

He wrote for all to view

And hopes that no one see.

The little Sparkle mare

Could only wish to hide

From friends who wish to scare

Her from harmonious ride.

The lav'nder strip of mane,

Which hid among the black,

Now keeps her heart most sane.

And wants her friendship back.

The dark shell blocks the strip,

For fear of finding friends.

But fighting black's green grip,

A crooked horn extends.

Insectoid shell of fear

Replaced the coat and mane.

No lav'nder strip is here.

We'll see it in the past;

He wrote it down for none.

Let's light it to the last