Night Mare stamps her foot in passion
Breaking light into chrystalline fractions
Thus destroying the end of day
And building a land where she can play.
Hers is not a harmless course
The endless race you can't endorse
She'll twist and turn through clouds of dirt
And trample through deep private hurts.
Climb down from your Night Mare ride
Stir your limbs in effort to hide
As you let the echoes fade
That the terrible hooves of Night Mare made
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