Something I found while digging through the old threads. Not binned, far as I'm aware. Inspired by this image.
https://ponerpics.org/images/6256079

Source:
https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/37500931/#37504902


>From the forested homes, bring sap and bring cones.
>Go forth little one and give him your all;
>go forth little one, do not tarry nor stall.

>From the bogs and the plains, bring plants raised by rains.
>Go forth little one and show him your mettle;
>go forth little one, but do not bring battle.

>The wind blows from the north, with its ice and its hate,
>Carry there your great haul to him that thus spake:
>You ponies of cold, you children of snow, bring me all your worth or bring me your souls.
>For I am the wind that roars in the sky, and I am the fear that glints in your eye.
>I am the winter, I am the dark, I am the ice that clings ‘round your heart.

>From the mountains and hills, all the land that forth spills.
>Go forth little one and carry our hope;
>go forth little one, to he that has spoke.

>From the rivers and lakes, all the fish we do take,
>Go forth little one and carry our last,
>Go forth little one, to he that has asked.

>The long night draws close, and our lights grow dim,
>To the north you must go and say unto him:
>We have brought you our spoils, we have brought you our wealth, we have brought you our store and all of our health.
>We have come as you asked, we have come as you told, we have come without fear, brave and bold.
>Go forth from this place, go forth from our homes, leave us to peace and do not return.

>From your forests and plains, from your mountains and lakes,
>Come to me, young foal, from you I shall take.
>From your warmth and your light, to my darkness and rime,
>Come to me, young foal, for you are now mine.