ARIA: Twwilight--about, the murder thing--
MIDNIGHT: This mare is dead
She is no more
She died a little each day
Like a thief, the Equestria has stolen her away
The mind plays tricks
You are confused
The mare you seek is long gone
Dead and cold
A story told
By those she trusted, those she loved, and those who then moved on
ARIA: pfft. Drama queen.












