I interfere once more. Forgive

My interrupting but I must

Allow myself to share... to give

Some information. Luna's lust

For power was entirely true.

So was her sister's. Yet, I know

That, when the banishment was due,

Neither of them would fall so low

As to destroy their closest kin.

Still, hate was all that they could give.

The wounds were deep beneath their skin.

For hate is an eternal gift.

My role is simple, as it seems:

I try to bring you only truth.

Another night. The light is dim.

Same scene. And yes, same actors too.

Say, sister... Yes, I hear you well.

Would you accompany me, please?

Where to? For now, I cannot tell.

Come with me sister, I reprise.

Why should I? Just because I ask.

Oh, that's a reason I should heed.

Please, Luna, it's an easy task.

All right, but only if you need-

I need it. So, they rose and went

To where the castle is not seen,

To where reality is bent

In order to establish dreams.

The place to see, or, to observe;

The verb it takes its alias from.

The place where stars are being served

Through pipes of lead and gears of chrome.

What now? Just take a closer look.

At what? The window. Do remind:

Why should I? Have you just mistook

Me for a mare who- Change your mind,

For I have something you may like.

Now look. Well, sister, if you wish...

I beg. There's an unpleasant dike...

And trees... A square... No, not my dish.

Look closer. Where? The square. All right...

What is this?.. Ponies. So I see...

They are enjoying night. Your night.

They like my night?.. To what degree?

To the degree they stay awake

Instead of getting beauty's sleep.

To the degree they laugh and make

Each other happy. ...Do you weep?

I don't. But I can clearly see-

Leave me, Celestia. Begone.

Please, Luna, you can say to me-

Don't mind my crying. Raise the Sun.