As the battle between the littlest goddess and the tyrant rages on
Great effort on Luna's part has managed to draw out the fight
And the winning blow is in sight — even if both are above death
Though both are weary for the relentless strikes from the other
Each will agree: they will not submit, whether they are drained of vigor, resolve remains in both, even if they are bloody and beaten
Over from the west, the fair sister returns, flying through the sky with her horn aglow with new magic
Pulling her sister's concentration away from a strike of lightning to the back of the neck that would have ended it all
Ensuring that Tirek's hand is able to smack Luna down to the ground where she does not lay unharmed
Nevertheless, a new spell is cast as Celestia aims,
Splitting and tearing the sky asunder so that Tartarus is in plain view where only snow has been and returns one brother home
8046341 Thank you! I'm glad this story caught your eye. I have written other poetry as well - the styles will vary, but it's poetry all the same - which can be found among the forty or so I've written.