Crimson King

Far away in ancient land,
Where ponies never stand,
New child was born,
King of the crimson throne.

In love and passion he believed,
Like a young tree seed,
They rising in his heart,
Tearing it apart.

Making him a fool,
Of lovers game tool,
Mare of the rising spring,
Only pain will bring.

And fade away,
After final day of may,
When sun is falling down,
Breaking crimson crown.

Now madness rules his mind,
No sign of light,
Among the sea of black,
She will never back.

Cover of eternal night,
Comes with a genocide,
By those who once believed,
In child that never lived.

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