Come near, dear child, and to you I will tell,

The story of how our great kingdom once fell

It was on a bright day, not unlike this good morn’

That the greatest of evil and atrocities was born

Strong she was, and keen of power

Learning more about the world through every hour

And though some might say that she was yet a child,

In truth she already knew the world in its guile

Ever she grew, and love she did gain

But in her heart kindness was already slain

Fame she found, helping young and old,

But generosity could find no purchase in her soul

Relationships founded on happiness and laughter,

In her mind were nothing but cheerless rafters

She manipulated us all with flattery and lies,

Honesty being her greatest disguise

She spun of friendship a very grand tale

Her loyalty naught but an elusive veil

And on a dark night, just like last, she did say

‘This night the moon comes, and the moon I shall slay’

Drawing upon the knowledge only she possessed,

She did send a great beam, and put the ruler to rest

Bright was the burning and many were the souls,

Who gathered in the light, and vanished in the cold

Through the streets she was paraded, haggard and worn

The target of everypony’s hatred and scorn

Punished she was, for the things she had done,

For destroying the night and grieving the sun

And perhaps redemption she found, at last in the end,

As her soul passed on, without even a friend

But this is only half the story, my dear little one

For in truth, the fall had already begun

The kingdom roared and groaned as it never before had,

Twisting and turning as the gods showed their plans

Wars and rumors of wars spread like fire,

As ponies recognized the power of desire

Through the years we struggled and fought,

Watching friendship and love fall into rot

And though some may say this story is but myth and lore,

Others say the Witch of Ponyville comes, once again, once more

Author's Notes:

This is just an idea I had and wrote very quickly that falls in line with what I'm writing as an Alternate for the ending, No, it does not mean that an alternate ending will be coming out soon, I simply had words drilling a hole in my skull and I needed to release them. Fear not, however, as this is a sign that I am indeed working on an Alternate for this story! Please don't kill me for my attempt at making something symbolic, I'm not a poet! I just liked the style!