pleasures folly

Deaths chill breath fills the night
Luna's eye gives little light,
in a hidden grove deep in a wood,
has a tower many centuries stood
it's jagged tops claw at the sky
it's masonry charred, its eaves do cry

inside it's' ancient crumbling walls,
underground in vacant halls,
there is a room with sputtering light
a beating heart filled with blight
arcane symbols etched in stone,
and in the middles a blackened throne

chained to it is a madpony once wise,
his eyes gouged out in wicked reprise
ancient and breathing ragged short breaths,
its inside his mind the true threat rests
on his now furless skin are scars and runes
and in his head plays an awful tune

beating of drums and maddening chants
might be heard within this madponie's rants
his mind is a maze, his body a tomb,
cursed to imprison a creature from insanities womb

wicked green eyes, gnashing teeth,
the demon inside does snarl and seethe
forever imprisoned in his own mind,
it is not his body the chains do bind
wandering the maze in eternal unrest,
bound by the power of celestia's crest
tortured and broken he lies in his throne,
in his hooves a puzzlebox metal and bone
solved it he has, seeking unearthly pleasures,
and instead he has found pain beyond measure.