Rumors spread among the local folk,
That a maiden fair in the woods — kidnaps the young and broke.
Turns them into pastries: cakes and muffins, and sweet jam.
Her hair is fluffy, like sweet cotton candy, her skin — like raspberry glaze, so grand.
But she wasn't always this way — some unholy force did curse her one day.
Now the young maiden is forced to live far from all,
For no one knows when her — charming laughter — will fall.
One young hunter could no longer bear her blazing fire,
For his own son recently fell into the hands of the creature dire.
Loading his rifle and taking bait — in the form of tasty sweets,
For this damn thing was madly in love with sugary treats.
The only one of all Canterlot's folk to conquer his fear,
He soon set off on his path — under the cover of night so near.
Darkness thickened, the forest fell silent and died,
For the maiden had long since sensed his hunter's spirit inside.
Placing a handful of lovely sweets upon a stump,
Hiding in the bushes, he wished to give her but his fiery greeting's thump.
Primal fear of the monster was slipping out,
Yet vengeance for his kin overcame the cowardly doubt.
A long time had passed, yet the bloodthirsty being never came.
The man couldn't bear the wait, and fell asleep involuntarily, without any shame.
Marshmallows! Candies! Jellies! The maiden devours them greedily, without looking back,
But they are not simple — inside them are screaming, human souls!
The beautiful girl is called... Pinkamena, cursed for ages is this predatory beast!
She knows no pity and cannot empathize,
She loves lost children with her bright smile to mesmerize.
Your death will not be in vain — it will be dedicated to me, so beautiful and plain.
Do not resist, my little sweet gummy bear kiddies,
Soon it will all be over at last, and I will weave you a funeral confectioner's wreath.
A heavy pain struck through his entire frame,
The hunter awoke, finding himself in chains and shame.
Lifting his heavy, eyelids wide,
Ahead lay only a sweet hut and a lady dancing by the riverside.
Hands and feet are bound so tight, so attempts to break free are futile in the night.
Sensing the man's fear, she approached with a mad grin,
He was horrified, not knowing what to say, for he recognized a childhood friend within.
Only she is not the same, she looks different from back then,
Veins darker than black, and one eye possessed by a spirit of the past.
A pink cross shines in your left eye — you are possessed, you let that plague into your heart.
— "You are not the Pinkamena I still remember to this day..."
— "But if you can hear me in the depths of your lost soul..."
— "Then just know..."
— "That I understand you so well..."
Marshmallows! Candies! Jellies! The maiden devours them greedily, without looking back,
But they are not simple — inside them are screaming, human souls!
The beautiful girl is called... Pinkamena, cursed for ages is this predatory beast!
She knows no pity and cannot empathize,
She loves lost children with her bright smile to mesmerize.
Your death will not be in vain — it will be dedicated to me, so beautiful and plain.
Do not resist, my little sweet gummy bear kiddies,
Soon it will all be over at last, and I will weave you a funeral confectioner's wreath.
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