Through winding roads on darkened forest paths
So cold the stone of that forbidding keep
The gorgeous bygone days suffused in wrath
For sands of time, a seashell bidden sleep
Its Galas once delighted all the lands
Its rulings once would ring from peak to vale
To stand here in its mouldering expanse
It may not seem the stone was ever hale
But so with all things ponies wish to lose
The slipstream of the years is kind at heart
And grips the best on that which people choose
To keep forever silent in the dark
But far above those hang as silence drapes
Until the stars should aid in their escapes

Another run, another circuit
Another one, another sun, another purpose
Historians stand by with their hunches working
Much uncertain
Imbalanced days
Raised towers, praised power
The dance of the sky creates hours
Still none awakened, no hysterics yet
Her servants perch low over barracks - dread
At the midpoint of summer
The gift from her mother
Her sister’s another
Unsure of her readiness, is she discovered?
The flutter of moonlight prevails
The shuddering of too-tight inhaling, true night curtailing
Her deluded dreams
The true denuded beast
Doing gruesome deeds and soon to lose who she used to be at the roof of things
The muted screams suit her needs

There go the last minutes of twilight
Pinned in her mind’s eye, spits at divine right
Principally hindsight had caught the reversal
The light finds her arguments are lost in rehearsal
One moon time will come for the regret and mourning
But now, here, the sun must regret the morning
Allow the transformation the spell’s performing
And her mane’s in a rage and she melts, reforming
And then, in the light, Luna’s doomed to heresy
She calls down the sun, raise the moon to perigee
Subjects indoors now, staring out carefully
Don’t outshine if you care about parity
That’s what the spirits can whisper
Hearing her sister - nearing the slippery slope
Don’t push me cus I’m close to the...

I’m not gonna call back the moon
I’ve been fighting to get some attention when you been
Reducing my court and my immanence
Use me for sport when your form need the impetus
Now you been caught by the night
I don’t dawdle in silence I blot out the light
I don’t bother with niceness I maunder in spite
Slaughter my likeness to squander my rights - then honor the fight
New teeth sharp and the speech devolves
While old guards cry at the breach involved
Laugh, after everything they’d each resolved
They still have to fight each other for the keys to halls
A fall from grace could break the court
See altered state, she makes retorts, try
Now to halt her pace, all’s to waste, ruin the light
Still think it’s war of the usual type

Luna ignores her refusal to fight
Losing her mind, now time’s provided the choice
A thousand years of silence or noise cry in the void
Onlookers wince at what she tried to avoid
Stumbling first but the light needs a weapon
And her humbling words are devised in the presence
Of the slumber of earth and the grinding of heaven
Stomach the hurt for a try at redemption
Luna makes a new murder attempt
She’s finding no hurt here that a word can prevent
With a wound in her side and the heavens in eyes
Stays true to her sky and the Elements rise
Ages laid in payment for a silly fight, now a
Hateful face emblazoned on the lily-white
Claim a raiment of the villain night, placing a
Complainant in the greyness but she still alive

Sister left to her writhing in moondust, she
Tries to call her back, but the Elements used up
Now division and the changing of guards
Lonely gods both calling on the aid of the stars
Gather wits from the passions of sisters
Patterns remiss with the laughter of Discord
Cycle amiss and she’d rather have missed her
Light and dismissal’s a matter of discourse

Much discarded now, no new chosen
In those first nights the moon glared and so few noticed
And meanwhile her counterpart whispered to stars
With her very few loyalists injured and scarred
People saw the absence, yelled and startled
But in good time’s passage they fell and marveled
She brought all the warmth that she felt to marshal
And from years in the sun it would melt and darkle

In the hallways adrift from her grace
Twin levels of innocence shift in debates
The story’s transforming as time retells it
And redacting revisionists right rebellions
Matter to a myth, fairy-story to footnote
With the dark as cloak for historians who would know
Harsher retorts to the hope that she’s good flow
Not far as they’re spoke from the seat of her good throne
Left the castle, it falls into ruins
Refuses to alleviate a scholar’s confusion
And maintain her legions at all times in prudence
A thousand years of teaching a long line of students
Still overhead glaring grave and astern
Is the face in the world as it waits to return
She can rage over Earth as the ages revert her
To pages inserted assuaging a murder