Silence. I am all alone in this lair,
Screaming at the uncaring darkness
Of my solitude, an imprisoned mare
At this hour, I mark one year less.
My elder sister always had her way,
Her arrogance dictated ambition
Every living thing was under her sway
Relegating my regal position.
But over time I developed with care
An inner, darker magic, the one spell,
That makes my form change to one of Night Mare
Complete, Make myself my sister's equal.
But Celestia is a cunning creature
My resort to brute force was no avail
But, even in this prison of dull feature
My resolve to defeat her will prevail
Looking at the mirrors that surround me,
I pondered on that earlier memory,
A time of innocence, subservience
All behind me, in this true deviance.
Seeing through the mirrors of this prison
A gaze upon Equestria's races
My own, Hidden, ideal panopticon
As I dote over my future subjects.
Regret choice of action ? I keep thinking,
Looking at mirrors, secretly plotting,
For an hour, then, ever year repeating,
A return to sleep, blissful dreaming.
The darkness grows as I close my eyes,
I will triumph, over my sister's lies.