Before the gloam, 'neath the starlit dome, Motionless mare stands before our darkened home. With memories deep, in her eyes they sleep, She calls them forth, to postpone her weep. [hr] When chaos reigned, and shadows grew, The world was amiss, and the sun was too. From a night, a spark did gleam, Yet some days a furnace, a nightmare of a dream. But Age of Chaos was at an end, There was no more force for day to mend. The sun stayed buried behind the hills, A growing threat to future meals. Order was needed to offset age’s loss, And magic too which is reality’s boss. In one pony race, all hopes were placed, Unicorns would reign or all life would be erased. From distant lands, set distinguished far, Guided by a hopeful star. With different spells and varied lore, They met upon a mystic shore. The best among them, proud and true, Each with a gift, a power new. From mountains high and forests deep, From deserts vast where changelings creep. At first, they clashed, their magic wild, Each spell unique, each heart beguiled. But through the night, they learned to see, They shared a goal, a unity. With whispered words and gentle grace, They found a common, sacred space. Combining strengths, their powers grew, A tapestry of magic, woven true.
