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// The First Night 
// Story: The Shadow That Grows Old 
// by PoetryEmpress 
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Stories that have been lost in time,
Long forgotten, stored in rhyme,
Words that have been painted red,
With the blood of missing dead.

We gather 'round the fire now,
Because despite the sweat along your brow,
If I were to let the world grow cold,
You'd consider your soul sold.

We gather 'round the fire tonight,
To lend our voices to the night,
I speak of days now lost in Hell,
Where demons walk and shadows dwell.

The story starts with something new,
Something that may be unfamiliar to you,
A pony, yes, a pony grand,
One that could fly, one that could stand.

I know what you are thinking now,
As the sweat collects along your brow,
Ponies have been lost for an age,
But the story goes on if you turn back a page.

This pony flew fast, this pony stood tall,
For a time this pony ruled over all,
But don't get too caught up by power,
This pony was delicate, as a flower.

This pony was a mare, born to rule,
She had been treated different, ever since school,
School, a word, you haven't heard in a while,
Maybe new, and you may think new is vile.

As I was saying, this mare was true,
High, honest, ready to rule,
It was right about then, at a young age,
Her future was different, her future was changed.

Her sister was born, in the dead of night,
Her coat was dark blue, her eyes were a fright,
The second sister was frightened, of what she could do,
But the sisters were close, not one and one, but two.

Even after, her sister was born,
The old one was ready to rule in good form,
But by then she knew that it would be changed,
A shared rulership had to arranged.

When her sister was older, enough to take charge,
They signed a treaty, long and large,
They would rule over the world, in endless peace,
Bringing both night and day, they would never cease.

Eons went by and things were going well,
Ponies were happy, life was quite swell,
But unknown to them, there were darkness's around,
It was up to the sisters for peace to be found.

The first foe that they were forced to fight,
Was a curious beast, of danger and might,
Though he looked scary, he had endless humor,
He made ponies fly about, or so said the rumors.

The sisters knew that this new chaos was strong,
But they knew in their hearts that rights came from wrongs,
So they left their kingdom, not to return for a while,
It became the time of Discord, a time oh so vile.

The two sisters traveled for ever a time,
Seeking for answers, to solve the chaotic climb,
Of power, to darkness, that Equestria took,
Yes, the name of Equestria you had once forsook.

Now look around you, the shadow is weakening,
Say hello to the dawn and goodbye to the evening,
The sun is rising far east of this place,
Maybe by the fire tomorrow night I will continue the story at this pace.