They watch you from the shadows,
They creep and steal your face,
They wear it like a mask outside,
As they quietly take your place.

They wear your eyes, your mane and smile,
Your friends now theirs to take,
They walk your walk and talk your talk,
A picture perfect fake.

Your friends won't know the difference,
The creature in disguise,
It will strike them down, one by one,
A master of surprise.

So beware the Changelings, my young pony,
Tell everyone you knew,
And pray your warnings not too late,
Or now they come for you.

- 'They Watch You From The Shadows' taken from 'The Big Book of Campfire Stories for Brave Colts and Fillies'