O stars! ye shimmering beacons in the night,
Which for many years upon years
Were the sole comforters of my dejected soul.
Like beings of immeasurable power, you recline
Above the world. You shed slivers of light
Over the land, sprinkling drops of silver
Into the dreams of foals,
Giving comfort to the nomads and wanderers
With sparks of light in the black depths of the sky.
You, whom I once created with my own hooves;
You, whom I breathed life into with a gentle touch;
You are truly my loyal subjects.
My children.
And I, your royal mother, do humbly and greatly thank you.
No requests, nor pleadings, nor demands shall turn your heads,
Yet to the humblest wish of a child do you rush to grant.
Everlasting, all-seeing eyes; you observe silently the world
Which must seem so small, so insignificant
From such a lofty perch as yours.
Selfless beings; you produce not a drop
Of magic and light but to be enjoyed by a world
Which gives nothing back, until, an eternity later,
You silently flicker out.
-Luna, Principem Equestria, Regina Noctis