[warning! really bad rhyming to none! yey!]
Down in ponyville
Liked this holiday a lot
And so did Mortem,
Who lived just in hollow shades,
Did a lot!
Mortem loved this time! The whole holiday season!
Now, please don’t ask why. No one cares to knows the reason.
It could be that his fangs weren’t long enough.
It could be, perhaps, that his wings were not tough.
But I think that the most likely reason to give him a ball
May have been that his heart was filled with love for all.
Whatever the reason,
His heart or his wings,
He stood there behinds his desk, waiting to swing,
Looked down from his bureau with a smile,
At the warm lighted windows below in the town.
He did not know that every pony down in ponyville
Was busy now, writing letters with feathers and quills.
"And they are buying their toys!" he sighed with a smile.
"Tomorrow is the day! The holiday practically here!"
Then he leaped up and down, with his hooves carefully tripping,
"I must find the perfect cosplay for this holiday!"
For, tomorrow, he knew…
…All the pony fillies and colts
Would sleep till dark and late. They’d rush for their costumes!
And then! Oh, the candy! Oh, the candy! candy! candy! candy!
That’s one thing he loved! The CANDY! CANDY! CANDY! CANDY!
Then the ponies, young and old, would sit down with their treats.
And they’d feast! And they’d feast!
And they’d FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
They would start on pony-pudding, and rare ursa-major-beast
Which was something Mortem never had never been treat!
They’d do something he liked most of all!
Every pony down in ponyville, the tall and the small,
Would stand close together, with holiday bells ringing.
They’d stand hoof-in-hoof. And the ponies would start singing!
They’d sing! And they’d sing!
AND they’d SING! SING! SING! SING!
And the more Mortem thought of the pony-holiday-Sing
The more Mortem thought, “This time I’ll join whole thing!
"Why, for 3 years I’ve missed it!
I MUST join the holiday!
Then he got an idea!
An joyful idea!
GOT A WONDERFUL, JOYFUL IDEA!
"I know just what to do!" Mortem laughed in his throat.
And he made a quick cosplay dress, hat and coat.
And he chuckled, and clucked, “What a great changeling trick!
"With this coat and this hat, I’ll look just like the hero Link!
"All I need is a might steed…"
Mortem looked around.
But since steeds are busy, there was none to be found.
Did that stop Mortem…?
Maybe!” Mortem simply said,
"If I can’t find a steed, I’ll dress up a mare instead!"
So he called on Blood Moon. Then he took some brown thread
And he painted on top of her head.
He took a sword
And some old empty sacks
On a put them on the steed
And he sat up on Blood Moon back.
Then Mortem said, “Run like the wind!”
And the steed ran as fast as she could
Toward the homes where the ponies
Lay a-snooze in their town.
All their windows light. Quiet fog filled the air.
All the ponies were all scaring without care
When he came to the first house in the square.
"This is stop number A," Mortem giggled
Knocked on the door, empty bags in his hooves.
Then the door opened. A rather drunk mare.
"This is unplesent" mortem thought, and showed the bag.
the mare gave him candy, and then two before
Then she stuck her head out of the door
Put her hoof on his head and ruffled the cap
"you little guy," she grinned, "are the first to ring!"
Then she shut the door, with a smile most dandy,
Around the whole block, all the kids got lots of candy!
Popsicle! And Skittles! M&M! KitKat!
Hot Tamales! Swedish Fish! Whoppers! And Rocky Road!
And they stuffed them in bags. Then Mortem, very confused,
looked in his bags, one two tree, from the soused!
Then he slunk to the house. He pressed the door bell!
He stood there some time! He stood there some well!
He cleaned his thoughts with lots of candy.
Why, Mortem did not have as much fun as he thought dandy!
Then he sulked away from the house with a big frown.
"And now?" cried Mortem, "this is just getting me down!"
And Mortem grabbed the candy he got, and he gobbled it up
When he heard screams all around from the kids having fun.
Mortem wondered, was it something he had not done?
Little candy in his bag, all that left was two.
The third house he went to was not that big at all
he knocked on the door, but did not expect a recall
he smiled up a bit when he heard, “coming,
"Oh such a cute costume" the pony said.
Mortem handed out his bag expecting something neat
the pony did not give hive someting nice or a treat
she handed him a rock, and smiled him away
she said, dont get to scared out there okay
But, you know, that little Mortem was so sad and
He thought of giving up, and he wanted to do it quick!
"Why, cant this bring as much joy" the little halfing said,
"There’s a light on this tree that won’t light on one side.
"So I’m taking my steed with me back to my shop, oh dear."
"I’ll file some paper. Like every damn year."
And his thoughts made him sadder. Then he tripped, hit his head.
He did not get up and stayed there and made this his temporal bed.
And when Mortem lay there with his bag in hand,
He finaly stood up again and wobbled to the next house!
This was the first he went to
The door stood open.
Then he went in the opening himself, to the first pony.
On her walls she had nothing but frames, and some bottles.
And the pony herself
was sleeping on the couch
she fell asleep with the last bottle in her hoof.
He did something
To this mares house
cleanig the dirt
putting away some shirts
and an old quirt..!
It was quarter past dawn…
All the ponies, still a-tricking
All the ponies, still a-treating
When he packed up her bottles,
Packed it up with her un-clean clothes! The pants! The shirts!
The socks! And the jackets! The panties! The caps!
Three covers he placed on her! Turned off the TV,
He wrote to the mare to have a good day!
"Who are you?" she was mubble-ish-ly mumbling.
"I was your first nigmtmare nighter!" he answered voice cracking
"You cleaned up my house and made it clean!"
"Indeed I did, sorry for entering but you live like a teen!"
"Is the holiday over yet", she cooed.
"Then all the ponies down in ponyville are going BOO-BOO!"
"That’s a noise," frowned the mare,
"That I simply can’t stand!"
So she paused. And the mare put her hooves over her ears.
And she didn’t hear a sound nothing but keept the frown.
It started low. Then it started to grow…
But mortem wasn’t sad!
Why, had helped the mare!
She could not see it!
He DID it for a stranger! AND QUICK!
She put away her hooves!
The mare popped open her eyes!
Then she shook!
What she saw was a shocking surprise!
Mortem had baked food, some desert and some drinks,
Lets eat! Don’t listen to the others!
He HAD stopped the mare from frowning!
Somehow or another, he made her night!
And the mare, with her wobbly-hooves on the floor,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: “Why did you do this?
You come into my house! Cleaned my floor!”
"Cleaned my walls, bed to the core!"
And she puzzled three minuets, `till her puzzler was sore.
Then the mare thought of something she hadn’t before!
"Maybe Your a burgler," she thought, "but you baked a cake."
"Maybe there…perhaps…is something nice to this holiday!"
And what happened then…?
Well…in ponyville they say
That the mares small smile
Grew three sizes that day!
And the minute her smile didn’t feel quite so sad,
she whizzed with all the food in her mouth till bright morning
And she told Mortem why she hated the holiday!
Spent his holday with an unknown stranger!
Ponies in the post
http://fantasyglow.tumblr.com/ dressed as http://level3spook.tumblr.com
http://ruuqo.tumblr.com dressed as http://ask-kid-discord.tumblr.com
http://duraspaz.tumblr.com dressed as http://askshinytheslime.tumblr.com
http://ship-stuck.tumblr.com dressed as http://fantasie-world.tumblr.com
http://ask-step-lock.tumblr.com/ dressed as http://vaeyla.tumblr.com