Zecora tells a tale of Betrayal

I will tell of the despair

Faced by my old friend the mare

The fellow master skilled in rhyme

May be reaching her end time

She won't go down without a fight

But someone may turn off the light

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I woke up, realizing Zecora had already left. Smart mare, that one. She knew I would follow her wherever she went. I considered seeing if I could catch up, but decided not to. I don't know how long it had been. She would have left before Dawn, I told myself. I lazily stretched, gently fluttering my wings. My wings, I thought grimly. For it was because of my exile that the Flutter ponies died. Me and Zecora were two of a kind.

And though my heart was filled to the brim with guile

I accepted my princess-hood gone with exile

And on that day I flew away

I heard a kindred spirit bray

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So... yeah. Next chapter will expand on that last rhyme there and more. I thought if I'm better at poetry than prose, then I'll write both!