Yeah, yeah, it's a poem, and a pretty bad one.
There once were two princesses
Of the day and of the night.
Honored by their presence,
Their subjects gave them the right
To rule over the noble land of Equestria
Until the day when trouble descended from above.
The magic of love was what kept evil at bay,
And with all their might against the darkness they strained,
But too much was the stress of turning night to day.
And so ended our beloved rulers' reign.
The land became a dark place,
Ponies bedeviled by fear,
As the enemy made haste
To consume all they held dear.
Benighted and harried, a kingdom desecrated
With honorable calm its princesses awaited.
From exile in Northern lands the godheads arrived
And naught but horror and tragedy they could find,
For to break their people, the Changelings had contrived.
Of war and fury the gods cried out to Ponykind.
To follow them was the path
To break bonds of oppression.
Pony warriors fought with wrath
At the Changelings' transgressions.
And though they were driven by a noble righteousness,
The blood that was spilled that day sprang mostly from their lips.
Overwhelmed by their loss, the sun and moon aligned.
Fire consumed their foes as their tears of grief combined,
Tears for the brave ponies they led marching in line
To a death and defeat unwittingly consigned.