Let's Begin Our Story, Shall We?
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
You better beware
Of The Bloody Mare
Blood dripping from her hair
Blood dripping from her stare
Blood dripping from everywhere
But what you don’t know
Is that this blood is not her own
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
Foreign pony blood consumed her
Foreign pony blood is her
Every iron tear
Every thick murmur
Is all her
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
Who is she?
What is she?
But more importantly
Where is she?
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
She’s in the house colored sea green
In the attic you see
She’s something to believe
In order to be seen
Or so it seems
You better beware
Of The Bloody Mare
But, this mare wasn’t always crimson
Her coat wasn’t always dripping dark vermillion
Oh no, for she
Was just like you and me
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
Oh yes, some remembered her
What she used to be
Some say she was Autumn Serene
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
But how did she
Became the bloody mess you see?
Some say it was magic
Or murder of the greatest maniac
Some say it was even panic
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
As for me
I believe
It was a friend’s death, you see
A friend she loved oh so dearly
A friend she couldn’t bare to part with
So much so, according to the myth,
That not even in death’s heart
Could they ever be apart
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
After all,
Every pony needs a friend
To stand by them
Till the very end
With her friend’s blood,
They get to be together
Forever and ever
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
But, even at the end,
The Bloody Mare
Still looks for her friend
In the depths of her attic lair
She will say, “My friend? My friend?
Where are you, my friend?”
You better beware
Of the Bloody Mare
All stories have their roots
Leading back to the truth
And the truth lies
Inside the house oh so sea green
Once owned by Autumn Serene
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
Pinkie Pie’s day started with dare
Just one harmless dare
From that rainbow mare
Without any care
But unaware
Of The Bloody Mare
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
“There would be no pony inside”
Rainbow Dash said,
“No pony would mind,
Everything will be fine.”
Pointing to the house of sea green
Once owned by Autumn Serene
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
But Pinkie then teased,
“There could be somepony inside,
There could be some pony to see.
I mean,
Who knows?
There could be a new friend
In the end.”
You better beware
Of The Bloody Mare
Pinkie Pie bounced inside
Paying no mind
To how the house creaked
And squeaked
At every step
Her hooves would seek
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
The sweet pink mare
Completely unaware
Of the bloody stains
that covered the halls
The ceilings, tall walls,
The railings, the steps;
Everything was mauled
By the bloody stains
All that remained
Was the house that absorbed it all
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
It was hard to say
If the stains were new that day
Or have been there for days
Either way,
The little pony did not sway away
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
Was it the dark
Or was it her own naive heart
That made her unaware
Of the dangers of the Bloody Mare?
To me,
The house was too dark to see
But that’s not all, you see
Pinkie didn’t have a naive heart
Just a trusting heart
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
She trusted the rainbow mare
She took Rainbow’s words in with care
Pinkie Pie was a true friend
Through and through
Even if it meant her certain doom
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
Creak, creak
Squeak, squeak
This was the loud speech
Of the stairs
Leading the pink mare
Into the high and dark
Attic lair
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
The house was drenched
In death’s scent
At first, to Pinkie,
The scent seemed to be,
Emphasis on seems,
Of old iron
But, how could this be?
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
But this was not her concern
A sad voice made her turn
And it said “My friend? My friend?
Where are you, my friend?”
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
Pinkie ignored the trickle and drip
After the voice’s pleas
With great pip,
Pinkie cheered as loud as you can believe,
“Don’t worry new friend!
Ole Pinkie Pie is here
To put those troubles to an end!”
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
The trickling
The dripping
It was all echoing
Louder than before
Like it was spilling upon the floor
“Friend?!” Said the sad voice,
Or rather rejoiced
“Is that you, my friend?!”
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
The trickling
The dripping
The echoing
The stairs creaking
The stairs squeaking
Nothing was swaying
Pinkie Pie away
From the place
That Autumn’s friend once stayed
She was getting close to the attic lair
The lair of the sad mare
Or rather, The Bloody Mare
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
As she opened the door,
She reassured the voice
Just like before,
“It sure is voice!
Hopefully, I get to see your face
In this new place!
Is this house yours?
If so, why are you indoors?
Don’t you want to be outside?
In the light?
There’s no need to hide
There’s always a new friend to find.”
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
Just then, a lit candle appeared
Like a magical spear
Ready to combat the darkness
And protect her from the mistress
In the mist
Of her bloody sea
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
Pinkie took the candle
By its handle
And followed it’s light
Into the Bloody Mare’s night
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
She tilted her head in confusion
There was no pony around
Was the pony she heard just an illusion?
Pinkie looked about and found
Piles of furniture instead
Covered in dust and sheets
She even found an old bed
Her new friend was nowhere to be seen
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
Pinkie heard somepony’s hoof steps
And these steps were very wet
It was like they were stepping into puddles
And Pinkie Pie,
Like a fragile and precious bubble,
Was floating straight towards
A sharp pointed trouble
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
The trickling
The dripping
It was beginning to bug her
No sound, no murmur
Nothing but the spilling
And her
The dusty iron in the air
It was becoming too much to bare
Pinkie had to call for the new mare again
And again
And again
But, her new friend
She didn’t answer
Again and again
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
Despite her growing fear,
Despite her itching doubt,
The new mare had to be here
So with a shout
She called for the new mare again
Over and over
Again
She looked here and there
She looked everywhere
Nothing in the darkness
Nothing in the light
Not by the covered furnace
Nothing in this attic’s night
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
The only thing
That she could find,
Shining like Celestia’s wing
Was a mirror and it’s shine
It’s golden frame
It’s surface clean from any stain
Bloody or otherwise
But this made her wonder why
Why was it clean?
Why was it all pristine?
What made it free
From any stain?
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
The mirror looked new
The mirror looked ageless
Pinkie wished that she knew
Why her time seemed endless
In this forsaken place
In this bloody darkness
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
The candle’s flames
Brought a needed softness
To the mirror’s golden frame
But it also brought out
It’s octagon shape
She brought her snout
Closer to the mirror and it’s frame
Wait, was this a name?
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
“Winter Beam?”
Said Pinkie Pie.
But the name
Upon the frame
It was not carved,
She observed
It was written in blood
Upon the rosewood
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
“My friend! My friend!
There you are, my friend!”
Said the once sad mare
Or rather The Bloody Mare
Pinkie Pie froze
As the sides of her face were exposed
To the trickling
To the dripping
To the spilling
To the flooding
To the bleeding
All of it seeping in
Pinkie Pie’s skin
“Look Winter Beam,”
Said the Bloody Mare,
“I kept it nice and clean.”
Completely unaware
Of Pinkie’s terrified stare
“Just for you and me,”
Said the wolf to her sheep
Despite in her mind
They were friends till the end of time
Till the end of her time
Just like the house’s halls,
Railings, and tall walls,
Pinkie’s pink fur
Was stained with red
With a soft whimper,
Her heart filled with dread
She stared
Into her empty, bloody stare
She couldn’t breathe
She couldn’t believe
That her new friend
Was only terror and deceit
But maybe
She just doesn’t understand
After all,
Her eyes are mauled by blood
If the Bloody Mare could see,
Pinkie believed,
What she’s doing to me,
Then she’ll set me free.
Just what a good friend should be.
But, before she said a word,
The Bloody Mare silenced her
Forever more
Slithering her bloody hoof
Over her lips
The creak of the roof
This simple sound grips
The last sounds
That Pinkie will ever hear
Pinkie’s body shutdowns
To the bloody puppeteer
“Don’t worry Winter Beam,
I’ll put you somewhere
Where only I can see
You may be there
But I’ll be there too
With you.”
Said The Bloody Mare
Trickle, trickle
Drip, drip
Ever since that day,
Pinkie Pie stayed
With her new friend
Till the very end
She was Autumn Serene,
But now The Bloody Mare
Pinkie Pie was Pinkie,
But now she’s Winter Beam
And the bloody stare
Of The Bloody Mare
So remember colts and fillies
Past the field of lilies
By the house of sea green
Take heed
When you see
A rainbow mare
With a gaunt stare
She warns,
“You better beware
Of The Bloody, Bloody Mare.”
Author's Note
Happy Nightmare Night everypony and Happy Halloween^^! <3 I hoped you enjoy this spooky poem from yours truly;) This is very, very different from what I usually doXD Not only in subject matter but also format. What a lot of you don't know is that I like to write poetry as well as stories:) And when I saw xXMarkingXx's picture of The Bloody Mare and Pinkie, I don't know, I just got inspired and I just had to do a fun spooky story to go along with it:) LOLXD Big thank you to xXMarkingXx for allowing me to use their awesomely scary picture as the cover art and for making a picture that inspired me in a new way^^ Please go support their art and tell them that they are amazing:
