Another poem about Luna and Celestia. What if the story we knew about Luna and Celestia wasn't true? What if the evil spirit that consumed Luna's heart was summoned by Celestia out of envy?
I couldn't appreciate the light within me as well, if I had never lived in such darkness.
Home could never have tasted so sweet, as it did from forgetting it existed.
This is a rough draft I was too tired to proof.
