Of dirt and water, in everywhere that is to be, does the celestial body give onto her seeds all that they need to be. For they shall be guided through night and day, of sister's right, regardless of love or spite.

From hooves so cold they cut the ice to freedoms hard fought only to give rise to threat of eternal night. An guise mistaken, harbored in isolated, cast to lunar winds in stark contradiction. Of best intentions hidden through discretion, does one pony cast upon the veil their forbidden creation.

Of talons given of might to paws too small to continue the fight does struggle and strife find opportunity to strike. Robbed of choice but given of chance, one shall move forward with but an unreadable book held by his only hand.

So be as it may, reap what you might, all shall be equal to the wane of wisp's light.