Horse Word Depository

Darkness, Light. Fire, Night. Two orbs spin twixt another, heralding each cycle. Start and end, bright and bend. Ought there be any other?

A tale of two sisters, old as the dirt. Yet fertile as the green grass around them. Both near and far they stood over, watch and waited. Together they made a pair, and together they kept all fair.

We should have sooner fallen to despair.

the elder was wrath, the younger deceit. Between their powers destruction and devils meet.

Though our hope had burned bright, the day fought the night. There was indeed a victor, but no one was right.

(luna wins here, but it was Celestia who was evil- refusing to share her spotlight and ended up burning the plants with her terrible heat)