Though the lightning crashes through the storm
the scattered herd can see me as I run,
light glimpses wrapped around my pearly horn,
the fuschia of my coat. Or, in the sun
mares rally to the banner of my mane
as I lead through the marshes. Step by step
we crossed the border, hidden by the rain,
entered the realm of wizards. How they wept
with laughter, first beholding me. How cute,
how precious. Braided flowers in my tail
and stalled me with some pony. Resolute,
I flashed my teeth, but that ship had set sail—
the children followed, calling out my name—
my dignity will never be the same.

Entered by: 0xaC41…E88b and preserved on chain (see transaction)