should you stray from the path
whisper the stars

where blue flowers softly glow
and the trees dare not grow

wait silently here
enchanting and clear
try not to fear

the old world drawing near
the ancient well of seers

under moonlight so much older
magic so much colder
that the scars still remain
alicornic and arcane

shadows play on the hill
music holding you still
you'll take your fill

from the cracks they spill
reflections of the will