Your lungs are tearing from the weight of gloom,
You came here willingly to meet your doom.
Your scales feel warm, a pulse beneath my hoof —
But you are dead, William. You broke her truth.
On bloody throne 'midst shattered steel and bone,
She sits enthroned, exuding poison drone.
A cold-blooded vampire! So beautiful and grand!
She doesn't care for mortal prayers or righteous hand,
She looks right through your flesh, sees nothing in this land.
The royal crystal burns upon her lips...
And your impudent arrival is what she truly craves and grips.
"Why have you come into my realm, William Irato?
Do you even understand — where you stand now?"
At the rim of the goblet laughs Queen Nightmare Moon,
Drinking blood of the slain, savoring freshest meat, consumed.
The First Bat-Pony of Equestria amidst the Everlasting Night,
Queen of Blood, bringing inevitable demise.
Her thirst flows through the trembling strings,
Your warm blood... Your juicy flesh... The Queen desires these things...
"I swam here to learn! O great Nightmare Moon.
I need your help, so living friends are safe from ruin!..
Ledgeiero is strong, I cannot win alone. Only magic of the firstborn can atone!.."
The Queen was stunned, the bloody cup withdrawn from frozen lips.
Rising from the dais, six majestic wings she proudly gripped.
William thought — what horrid beauty!
A mare colossal, of divine obscurity.
— "You say you wish to go back?" — she smirked with vanity.
"To fight Ledgeiero? My own nephew's insanity?
To learn the art of war from Death itself?
How amusing sound these words from someone else!"
What pounds inside your chest?
Primal fear!
Don't stick your hooves out — they'll be crushed by graves right here.
On obsidian throne sits Queen Nightmare Moon,
Savoring the taste of corpses, merciless and immune.
The First Bat-Pony of Equestria amidst the Everlasting Night,
Queen of Blood, bringing inevitable demise.
Her thirst flows through the trembling strings,
Your warm blood... Your flesh... The Queen desires these things.
"There is no path from here for bones or breath,
You died, William Irato — accept your coming death.
Ledgeiero is strong, he plays with fate like toys,
He'll laugh at your pathetic, worthless noise.
The Exit rotted with the one who used to breathe.
You're just a toy, William. You're food I cleave,
With which I'll glut myself until I'm full...
So why all this to you? Why such a pull?"
"Because while friends of mine still live — hope stays unlocked for me!
For centuries you've sucked on frozen fright,
Because you long forgot your children of the light.
Yes, I'm a corpse! Yes, I'm a wraith!
But there's an exit from any cage and snare!
Ledgeiero found his way, though grim, but I shall find the one that I deserve.
Teach me, Queen, teach me to kill, teach me to rule the night at will, teach me the dead to resurrect.
So mortals won't recognize my aspect!"
What pounds inside your chest?
Primal fear!
Don't stick your hooves out — they'll be crushed by graves right here.
On obsidian throne sits Queen Nightmare Moon,
Savoring the taste of corpses, merciless and immune.
The First Bat-Pony of Equestria amidst the Everlasting Night,
Queen of Blood, bringing inevitable demise.
Her thirst flows through the trembling strings,
Your warm blood... Your flesh... The Queen desires these things.
"The Exit exists!" — she admitted, not without disdain. —
"But first prove if my power is worthy to remain.
In your veins as heritage. Defeat me in a fight, and then we'll see..."
Turning into a sea of flapping bats.
The ground did groan, the granite bedrock cracked.
Appearing right before him, jaws unhinged and wide...
Another moment — and Irato's head has died.
"What a... fascinating... specimen.
You are dead, yet warmer than the quick.
Your foe... Ledgeiero... What lovely insolence.
I'll spare you, William. And soon give my consent.
But first fulfill my task — go find my daughters.
Flutterbat and Nasfurarity — Princesses of my dark slaughters.
Bring them to my domain, you'll be rewarded well.
But should you refuse — I'll slowly tear you into hell..."
What pounds inside your chest?
Primal fear!
Don't stick your hooves out — they'll be crushed by graves right here.
On obsidian throne sits Queen Nightmare Moon,
Savoring the taste of corpses, merciless and immune.
The First Bat-Pony of Equestria amidst the Everlasting Night,
Queen of Blood, bringing inevitable demise.
Her thirst flows through the trembling strings,
Your warm blood... Your flesh... The Queen desires these things.
"Good luck to you... Arikaëro, William Irato..."
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