What do I think before the setting sun?
Celestia’s work over, nearly done?
Do I fear the coming storm of dark night?
And in defiance stand sturdy and fight?
Or admire and reflect upon life,
An endless toil of struggle and strife,
The burdens of which are heavy and strong,
But not something to fret over for long,
Although Celestia’s presence leaves soon,
The night sky serves host to Luna’s bright moon,
And beaches of stars dot the Milky Way,
Among the endless sea raging waves sway,
Whether it be a time of light or dark,
Always present will be the royal mark.