Liber by Twilight

So tender is the night
That everypony sleeps.
So silent is the night
That one can hear a princess weeps.
So hollow is the night
That a jealous thought seeps.

And as seed tend to do,
This little thought sprouts.
So torned by this alien will
I gave myself to doubt.

I am sweet dream
Who rest delight,
I am frightful nightmare
Who on wake hours loom.

I am starry night
Who guide the lost,
I am deep darkness
Who decieve in empty vacuum.

I am wicked princess
Who fell on the moon,
I am righteous monster
Who conquered the throne room.

I am a funambulist
Who hover between
Safe nights
And dreadful doom.