This world spins closer to darkness,

The sun says goodnight as the stars blink their hellos across the sky.

Silence takes over the land.

Fillies sleep, they dream, they become all they aspire to be.

I sit, I watch, I admire,

I show them the world they want

I give them hope.

They do not see me,

Does it matter?

The moon is my prison

The stars are my only friends.

They keep me company.

We share this illusion,

We share this isolation.

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