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// A Nursery Rhyme 
// Story: 1000 Needles 
// by pegasass 
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A Nursery Rhyme


once upon a time in a land called equestria
there lived a young mare called princess celestia
with her sister princess luna she frolicked and played
the moon rose by night and the sun by day
but one day luna, shy as can be
told to her sister, “oh my, oh me!
“celestia, dear sister, i have become so sad
“for you see, my sister, i fear i have grown mad!”
and with that her wings grew a rather frightful color
and the life in her eyes became ever more duller!
she let out a cackle; her mane disappeared
instead was the night, flowing, and clear
celestia stumbled, shocked and afraid
when luna attacked her, she felt only dismayed
luna reared back, laughing with glee
“for you see, dear sister, you no longer scare me!”
celestia collapsed, her eyes gloomy and dejected
what was she to do, with her sister defected?
luna bayed and giggled; she snickered and laughed
she hemmed and she hawwed; she sounded quite daft!
luna charged her; celestia only dodged
the wild and furious attacks and barrage
she stumbled and tripped; luna laughed at her gaffe
when celestia felt a sudden change on her sister’s behalf
celestia, you twit, you defeated discord!
the chaos embodiment, the beast most abhorred!
luna is gone; the mare is no more
you must defeat her, the one you adored!
she got to her hooves, her legs unsteady
she bent her neck, her horn at the ready
luna snickered and she shook her clear mane
“oh sister, oh tia, i will never be slain!”
the sister ignored her; she charged at the mare
the couple divided; no longer a pair
before she could dodge her; before she could speak
celestia charged her, with only a shriek
“what are you doing?!” luna yelped as she fell
celestia glared at her, in no mood to dwell
she gathered her magic, as much as she could
the last thing she saw were her eyes saying i wish you would
celestia lay on her bed, all alone and forgotten
her dinner was stale; the bread become rotten
her mane was colorful, as bright as the noon
and she glanced to the sky, and thought of her sister, whom she’d dubbed
nightmare moon