One thousand years. One million lights.

One shattered destiny. Restored

By you. No, that's not right.

By us. Yes. I will not retort.

They want to see you. I don't know...

What's there to know? Just rise and go.

Or do you think they are too low

To meet Your Highness? No, no, no!

I'm kidding. Oh... I'm just not used

To laughter. But you like it? Yes.

I think... Oh, yes, if I just mused...

A-ha! I know the very best

Pink party pony who will teach

You to be happy once again.

Are such equines within our reach?

I'm here! Ah! So, just as I say...

This... is a pony... Yes, I am!

She just appeared from nowhere! No!

I just appeared from somewhere, ma'am!

It's Pinkie Pie. I think I know

Her. Don't remember why...

She saved you. Oh, did I? Oh, right!

That angry, bossy, always crying

And shouting Nightmare! Do you cry

Or do you now prefer to laugh?

I think that laughter's better. ...Say-

No, Pinkie. I think that's enough.

That's true. I've had a busy day.

And so she soldiered with a smile

Towards the ever-present crowd.

The ponies had arrived from miles

To see her, smile and greet aloud.

Wounds never change. But ponies do.

Some wounds don't heal, I won't pretend.

Some heal, with time. ...Same scene. Same room.

Same actors. Their last bow...

THE END