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// Chapter 68 - The Night at Risk 
// Story: The Poetic Chapters of MLP (Reference) 
// by Experimenteer 
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The Night at Risk

I watch my days were gone and by,
For the night shall shroud in a lullaby.
I watch my folk with ease and doze,
And sleep upon the moon of rose.

Nothing has change to little compare,
I wander alone, in selfless despair.
Into dreams I walk, throughout the fair,
Of complete and utter, eternal nightmare.

Again I wonder, to matter of change,
Of a soul's redeemable range.
I flew with wonder, of jewel of blue,
That left many souls without a clue.

Through gentle cloud and starry scene,
I leave all my things to the world of been.
I visit my home, our home of past.
That we laugh and cheer and duel's recast.

Ancient stone be ruin and bleak,
That left its mark of shadowy streak.
I concur my past and face my fears.
That I bellow beneath and shed a tear.

This was my home, a place that I knew,
Where the morning sun and the nightly dew.
I grew with heart of envious lust,
To foil and all,
The shame of distrust.

I became the horror that many would drown,
That I shrouded the world with evil renown.
I left my mark of death and void,
That my crimes was too much to simply avoid.

Cover by vines and leaves and greens and ferns,
That shrouded the stone with lasting earn.
I cried out loud and louder by thought,
That I was foolish to challenge and fought.

It needed be straight and action demand,
That I no longer the mare of ominous brand.
As I depart, almost to relief,
Another sight I caught,
a creature, in disbelief.