All my ponies view upon my masterpiece every night,
Which they fear all the natural things that love my paintings,
I have no control over the things that may give them a fright,
It seems all the ponies just want to use my sky for there matings,
Some ponies view this starry night and tell stories,
so that there children may know my name,
I watch over there dreams which bring me no glories,
But they will never let me live down my shame,
The princess of the Dreams,
The one once feared by all,
I once fell apart at the seams,
Until i had a mighty Fall,
