Talk:Castle Mane-ia/Gallery/@comment-32524602-20171109064912

Howling pipes in the dead of night.The Organ Pony, out of sight. Within a ruined castle plays, frightening anyone who stays. From the organ a thund'rous sound - dark music shakes the very ground. The pipes they wail, revive the dead, fear growing in the listener's head. A pony's blackened ghost there sits, with hooded cloak and bony bits. Dark the room and so it stays, within the Organ Pony plays. Some say it's the royal organist, died long ago but never missed. Go and listen if you dare, but dear ponies, do beware: see the pipes upon the wall and the Organ Pony will HAVE YOUR SOUL!!

Variation on "Organ Phantom", a little poem I wrote