Celestia's poem, set before the return of Nightmare Moon.
It's midnight and the stars so bright are gleaming overhead
The silence pierces through the dark – a hushed breath, low and dead
I step along the beaten path, that mars the ancient sod
And gently whisking by the trees, where many a-hoof has trod
Through stillness and the lowly shrubs, I see an open glade
Where the meteors and shooting stars flare up and gently fade
This place I seem to know so well, by light of the rising moon
For you and I, did frolic here, one Sunday afternoon
I ease myself so carelessly as tears roll down my cheeks
By the aged dim of memories, so gentle and so meek
I cannot bear to view this scene, my heart can whisper why:
Twas like the night, so long ago, I bade you last goodbye
My heart grows cold as winter frost, recalling thoughts of you
Tis not malice that incites these tears, to fall like morning dew
It is affection burning bright within my royal breast
As the many times, I've wept before, to that truth can attest
The wind is blowing softly through the tresses of my mane
And it whispers of that dreaded thing I could not e'er attain
How I tried so hard to save you and dispel the hate within
But the sacrifice, I chastely gave, was more than could amend
Dear sister, if you only knew the pain I must abide
To know, twas I, who banished you – a regret, I must confide
How it rips my soul asunder when I see your night so true
For when the stars are brightest, I am thinking most of you
The night is ending now at last, and I must to my post
For to raise the sun, and lull the moon, and all its gleaming host
I strive alone, to tend my work, though it may be all in vain
For e'er the dawn and night, once more, in harmony may reign