Vicar, Vicar, why do you decry me?
Princess, Princess, why do you defy me?
Ponies, Ponies, why do you flee me?

For children, children, I am your King.
The Shadows cast by royalty and long and deep, Little Ones. But never fear, for I've a surprise.
A new face.
Two-legged grace.
A long forgotten race.
But don't be lulled, lest you be culled.
For there's many a reason that some things should stay dead.

"That's what he told me, at night in my bed.
That's when he became real, the voice in my head."

Whisper, Whisper goes the King.
For he controls, most everything…

Most.