A tragedy most horrible befell me one night

An hour of darkness, perhaps two, filled with pain and fright

His face, looming over mine with a look most unpleasant

As he did the wicked deed which rendered me pregnant.

I told not a soul of what transpired then

As my belly grew, ponies did offer to lend

Names for this forsaken, awful seed

Which in my belly grew like a weed

One day, when I was ten months along,

I heard a pony sing a most cheerful song

For my bundle-to-be which I never did want

Which she had expected me then to flaunt

I ran home that day and finally snapped

I yelled in fury and agony as my hooves repeatedly clapped

Against the floor, venting my frustration

While tears streaked my face over the past predation

The knife I found, glinting in the precious sun

I grabbed it, knowing I was never again forgiven for what was to be done

Into my stomach the cold sharp steel did penetrate

Finding its target to quickly decimate

The mare who sang came after me, only to find me laying

In a pool of my own blood, never once flailing

A manic grin on my face, the knife still flaying

My unwanted foal, a victim of a most brutal slaying

I was rushed to a hospital, and they did all they could

But alas, it wasn’t enough for the foal that would

Cease to be that fateful day, and my burden finally eased

As I lied and lied about the event, all the while pleased