The Beehive

Immortal diarch, raiser of the morning sun, that glorious well-spring of all light and life, an eternal reminder to all ponies of their essential unity, their shared heritage, their indivisible future, see her atop her golden thrown, surrounded by stained glass victories, encased in marble walls amid of the proud city of Canterlot, regality given form, noble by definition---defining it---proud in bearing, strong in purpose, unwavering in action, power made manifest, as terrible in wrath as the raging dragon who turns the forests to ash and the plains to glass, as cunning in artifice as the devious spider who lures unwary prey with complex designs of inescapable web, as implacable in course as the flowing glacier that carves the earth and shapes the world over uncountable centuries, eternally patient, infinitely humble, compassion incarnate; beautiful beyond compare, the brightest lilies and roses of white, gleaming alabaster, and freshest snow, all things dim before the purity of her coat, threatening to blind the eyes that linger, her four coloured mane ebbing, flowing, dancing on the wind, while the light of wisdom burns ever brightly behind the violet of her eyes; she is our ruler, our princess, our guiding light, unbent, unbroken, The Unconquered Sun, Princess Celestia.