A Bitter Brew for the Holidays [Visual]

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

[Oh look, it's Zecora, whose hut has taken on a distinctly Nightmare Before Christmas aesthetic thanks to a few Hearth's Warming decorations being mixed in with her masks, cauldrons, and supplies. But Zecora herself looks sinister and ominous in the green light of a bubbling brew, and deeply serious indeed.]

I believe the time has come
To give you all a message from
A sinsiter place to us:
The depths of Tartarus.

For those of you who heard the story
That Celestia in all her glory
Told to us of the Pale Pony,
This may clear up uncertainty.

The Pale Pony -- the true one,
Not she who captured us for fun,
But the true figure of which legends speak
Is somepony we ought to seek.

For her existence may indeed be fact.
This new knowledge that we have lacked
May explain many mysteries
Littered throughout our histories.

She may be the one who hid the Tree
Which bore the Elements of Harmony.
So she may not be quite on our side
But against one foe, we may be allied.

Keep this in mind and seek more clues.
This fight is one we must not lose.

Comments

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[zebrarhyme_everytime]

And only cautiously neared,
But is it not to be feared.

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[foolish_seal]

Guess you're right, but...

[There's still a good part of him that's nervous.]

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[zebrarhyme_everytime]

You needn't rush to die
But under every pony's sky
Their time comes to an end.
Thus, greet Death like a friend.

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[foolish_seal]

...I'm already supposed to be dead. Death and I don't really get along.

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[zebrarhyme_everytime]

That is a concern
And something I yearn
To put back to right here.
I cannot, I fear.

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[foolish_seal]

And why is that?

[The answer was probably obvious, but these rhymes make things sound really cryptic.]

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[zebrarhyme_everytime]

Our enemy holds too much power
To be undone in a minute or hour.
My whole life might not suffice
To set death aright, all neat and nice.