Far, up high,
An idol's cry,
Her shining tears,
Sprinkle the sky,
Infinity's tomb,
Brings cosmos bloom,
Bringing life,
And starlight's doom,—
     —Shining through, Celestia weeps.

Painting warily,
Creating merrily,
Braiding hues,
Working wearily,
While painting shells,
Her eyes still swell,
Her canvas, sprinkled,
As shining tears fell,—
     —Shining through, Celestia weeps.

Gaze shifting upon her opus,
To the Terra, formed with focus,
As she peers, she fails to notice,
Her heart's expire, soft necrosis,
Yet again, a grieving seep,
Striking hard, striking deep,
Off again, her focus turns,
Her mind taking a blinded leap,—
     —Shining through, Celestia weeps.

Lights on the sea of hope
Boats with a fragile note

A pile of wishes sent
Fragments of broken men

Locked within is a heart
A dying and fading light

releasing every bit of hope
on a wave with colors shown

there was a boy
simple and true
once looked up to the night sky
and saw the elegant moon
he stared to the celestia
and started to dream
when i grow up
the moon i shall redeem

i said to my father
father, when i grow up
i shall grab the moon
father chuckled and laughed
and hit me in the rough
and said
son, you cannot grab the moon

but the heart of the boy
was yet unwavering
and his dream lived on

i saw my sister and said
sister, when i grow up
i shall grab the moon
sister simply smiled
and said it's impossible to be done
so my dreams have now been derailed

doubt now entered his heart
and sent his dreams apart
but looking forward he sees
this dream is only for him

i saw my teacher and said
teacher, when i grow up
i shall grab the moon
then teacher did
what my father had done
and said
boy, your dream cannot be done

the boy now lives today
with his dreams shattered so soon
and now will he be known
as the boy who did not grab the moon

There is so much that can happen
when your eyes are asleep
and the moon is kissing the earth
with her silver tendrils.

There is a world I own
and I share it
with my friends
the birds and of course
Sam.

We name it and we live there
at night and when it's warm
I'd like to say it is endless
but my world is hopelessly finite
outside of my forested mind.

I make up for it by filling it
with stories and songs and cairns
built for things that never die
dreams and souls and love

I walk the edges
and mourn that the borders beyond are not mine
but I have ten acres more than most
and it is my own world

Psychic spies from Manhattan
Try to steal your mind's elation
Little fillies from Appleloosa
Dream of silver screen quotations
And if you want these kind of dreams
It's Aliicornication

It's the edge of the world
And all of Equestrian civilization
The sun may rise in the East
At least it settles in a final location
It's understood that Canterlot
sells Aliicornication.

Pay your Princess very well
To break the spell of aging
Celestia skin is this your wings
Or is that war your waging

Chorus:
First born unicorn
******* than sorin'
Dream of Aliicornication
Dream of Aliicornication

Marry me Mare be my Alicorn to the world
Be my very own constellation
A teenage liaison with a baby dragon
Getting high on information
And buy me a star on the boulevard
It's Aliicornication

Alicorns may be the final frontier
But it's made in a Canterlot basement
Twilight can you hear the spheres
Singing songs off history to history
And Starswirl's not far away
It's Aliicornication

Born and raised by those who praise
Control of suns rotation everypony's been there before
And I don't mean on vacation

Chorus

Magic leads to a very rough road
But it also breeds creation
And an alicorn from a unicorn
It's just another good coronation
And tidal waves couldn't save the world
From Aliicornication

Pay your princess very well
To break the spell of aging
Smarter than the rest
There is no test
But wings is what you're craving.

She was Saturn,
The epitome of unique;
He was Jupiter,
The beast to her ethereal beauty.

She was Saturn,
Clothed in mystique;
He was Jupiter,
Clothed in shock and cruelty.

R. A. Tyndall

My soul claws at my internal walls for release.
Vomited up from the deepest, darkest pit of me,
Like a bat escaped from some hell, a single cry escapes, free.
It's not a word, but the sincerity is heard in every note of its plea.

I look up to see oblivion shutting back over me
Like two eyelids closing over what will become a dream.
I am witnessing it all from the depths, unable to speak.
Every time I try to use my voice, there are human symbols restraining me.

Locked inside of my mind, I sleep.

Beware ye evil the day the sun doth sees to shine, for Celestia comes in glory divine.
cloth in fiery burning raiment, full of wrath for evils payment,
eyes once kind now full of coal...death and sorrow and woe.
Her wings once soft and gentle, now lack all things sentimental.
better would it be for evil in that day to have it's own life ended
than to find out just how hot the sun can be when focused though the horn of a goddess offended.

I see angels
hiding in interesting places
Reading numbers and
forging signs for many
minds upon
passing tides
of energy
I see them
perched
atop their
ethereal pedestals
in astral
in multitude
and bleeding beauty;
magick, which winds
into the arrow of time
I see emotion
crystallize
and bend
the flow to
rend inertia
to the will
of mortals
I am
forever floating
on the tides
of in between
I am
I am
not
I am
but
a vessel
for this
energy
to see
itself