My Young Foal
by Queen Cookie
First published
Little foal, wrapped in a blanket.
How I wish I could hold you again.
Little foal, you grew up right.
But I still saw the fear in your eyes.
One thing you never want to do, is betray your own family.
How I wish I could hold you again.
Little foal, you grew up right.
But I still saw the fear in your eyes.
One thing you never want to do, is betray your own family.