It's all well and good to write about pretty things, but what's the point if nothing around you is really that pretty? This is the question Bright Star the poet/unicorn asks himself on a regular basis--until one day he meets a pony named Iris that takes him out of himself and into the world that he's been writing about this whole time. Only of course, in Equestria, things are never that straightforward...

A multi-part emotional/romance fic that i've accidentally been meaning to write/post for a while. Heavily inspired by the work of John Keats.