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- One day shining pretty , as light as this ditty, a Princess went out for a strut.
- Her hair was of colours. She was known to others, by mostly, the Sun on her butt.
- She moved and she raised it. The ponies they praised it, that Sun as it shone on her side.
- But arguments show, as some stallions may know, over worship of Heaven or Hide.
- "The Sun is our mother, there's truly no other!" Some ponies did state in their claim.
- "To think thoughts so vulgar, would lead you to smoulder, your actions alone then to blame!"
- "The Sun is our maiden, our duty to aid in her journeys as much as we may!"
- "If that leads to sortie with our little horsey, why stop us from having our day?"
- As squabbles grew bigger, the tension at trigger, another mare entered the fray.
- Her wings were of chitin, her teeth fanged for bitin, and put on a lovely display.
- Worship me, Stallions. Join my battalions. Take me as ruler obscene!
- I'll give you your loving, but no pushing or shoving. I am, after all, your grand Queen.
- Then came the great schism twixt prism and jism, the stallions each picking their fare.
- The Stallions of White with Celestial might, the rest caught in their dark master's stare.
- Time saw the Sun prosper, their children did foster, the Light had held true all the way.
- The lustful had worse, and befell a great curse, their bodies and minds lost in sway.
- Their skin began manging to turn them to Changeling, the holes of their hooves bored by mites.
- Their wills were defeated, their hearts made decieted, they lost all their hope, all their Light.
- Carapace shining, they started their mining, the Hivemaster's work to be done.
- They toiled for ages, trapped in self-made cages, forgotten by Light and the Sun.
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