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// Requiem 
// Story: Stars and Midnight Blue 
// by Wordless Prism 
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   “Mine moon was a crescent, when we were first in thy presents.” Luna let her words hang in the wind of night, as she looked over a sleeping city. She started though she shook from pain.

“Exultation we felt as thy precious love filled the courts of our heart. Our soul seemed to glisten, what else could we be missing.”

“This heart of yours that we adore, this heart of mine has never felt this before. Thou art mine glisten, thou art mine friend.” Her body lifted and she stood tall overlooking her night, as her voice became loud for all to hear.

“This world will make us, break and bend, alas you’re there to make us, glisten.” She looked to her moon, and felt the wind pick up from the west. 

“Where art thou mine friend?” she whispered. “The stars no longer listen.” She leapt from her balcony and landed outside the palace. As she walked through the sleeping city, she continued. She did not care who she awoke from sleep, nor did she care how loud she became.

“It’s safe to say we were never alive, a big part us has died and gone away, FOR I HOPE THERE SATISFIED!”

She yelled her last words, making many ponies that were not already up, to be jolted out of sleep. Her voice changed to something that was as loud though more harsh and menacing than the royal Canterlot voice. She continued with a fire in her eyes, as magic poured out of her being, destroying houses, shops, walls, towers, and anypony foolish to come to close. 

“For if they wish to tear and rend my skin, to bend and break our bone, to have mine sprit and soul fade.”

Her wrath only grew, as she continued to demolish anything and everything her power could touch. Despite the screams of thousands of ponies, her voice still heard. 

“All will fail in our fury, for now we are the judge and the jury. All will feel mine grip cold, as I bite down on their soul. For we am the terror, I be the death reappear.”

“Any who would oppose us would not dare, for I am the Nightmare!” she let loose a shockwave of power, shaking the hole of Canterlot. Her teeth were fangs, her eyes were likening to a serpent, and she was as black as her heart now was.

The city was burning.