My point of view. I don't own this amazing show.
Some say a mare's beauty, is in her mind
I wish to believe them, but it is hard
Since she loves the word, and then has no time
For my lonely soul, and my heart in shards
My soul grows weary, and my eyes shut tight
Waiting for Celestia's loving sun
I feel things in Luna's glorious night
But I do not move, or, even less, run
I awaken to her eyes, violet
And pull her closer, I feel rushing warmth
My dreams, long ago, were quite violent
Now dreams of peace, my mind quietly forms
My life was filled with dreadful and dark sights
But now life is magic, thank you Twilight
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