Originally Posted by Magenta
This end is even prettier.
Those eyes! The night's in his eyes,
Galaxies of bright star sparkles.
Beautiful like mornin skies
More beautiful when he strides
Beautiful darkness in his eyes,
When he throws his mane off his shoulder,
He canters into night
It makes makes the moon colder.
I see a story of me in his eyes
In which I'm a shiny armor wearing hero
I fight, and win him as prize
Or die in his saddle as my pillow.