Dear sister,
Your words are like honey poisoned with wormwood - sweet to the ear, but bitter in the end. I'd smite thee in thy breast were it that you had a heart; you may raise the sun but your veins are full of ice, you may be a goddess but you are more like a devil, your coat may be white but inside you are as black as sin. This prison you have sent me to may be dark and cold... but not as dark or as cold as you.
~Princess Luna
Sometimes my hobbies end up mixing with my other hobbies. I'll give you a guess on what my other hobby being referenced here is.
