the night shall last forever.
My hate for the day grows stronger each minute I spend here, locked in this darkness. But the night is my friend – it comforts me, even relishes me. More than you ever have, at the very least. And you were all I ever had.
And I truly can't tell day from day or year from year – it's all a blur to me... a blur lost in the shadows.
The longer I stay here, unable to see five inches in front of my face, the more I grow to despise your wicked sun. The darkness is pure and conceals – but your day shines light on the most gruesome of things.
This darkness is starting to feel unnatural. It is not the soothing, cloaking shade I adore in Equestria… nay, this is pure black. I am starting to realize that there is a fine, fine line between night and nothingness.
Sometimes I miss you.
Then I remember who banished me here.
Then I don't.
I have become very good at practicing my maniacal laugh, Dear Sister. Is that fitting for a "wicked mare of darkness?"
I simply wanted to be loved.
The more I think about that fateful day – the day you used those Elements of Harmony to seal me away – the bitterer I grow. Princess, I assure you, the day I plant my hooves down in Equestria is the day the night lasts forever.
Planning is not going too well.
I cannot do much research. The moon and its shadow do not make for good reading, although I am often comforted by my own thoughts.
Why is it that "day" is a measure of time? Why can it not be "night?" Why is "day" such a strong word, while "night" is used for evil and lies? It does not seem fair. Then again, nothing is really fair. I am truly wicked, aren't I?
Imagining for a second that, when I am released from this prison (if I ever am, Dear Sister; have you forgotten about me?), I succumb to your will and force my beautiful night to be treated as horrible and dangerous….
Will I be accepted?
Or will I be feared?
What is happening in Equestria, Dear Sister?
I do hope you are taking care of it.
I hope the night is still beautiful.
i'm so sorry i'm so sorry i'm so sorry
I am not sorry.
You should be sorry.
Rather than reasoning with me, you lock me here... leave me to die, nay, to rot.
i cannot die
it would be better to die
it has been years
of pain and only shadow to cradle me
night is the only thing that truly cares
you never did
I am returning to Equestria.
I am breaking out of this prison.
I will not slay a single pony or try to harm a single filly.
Nay, why should I?
I am not malicious. I will not sink as low as to try to follow those awful rumors.
I will simply make the night rise forever, and show everypony how truly beautiful and magical and wonderful it can really be. The stars and the moon – this humble moon – will be the eternal watchers over Equestria.
That is truly the least you could do for me SISTER
But I digress, and I will not let grudges contaminate my perfect plan.
This is more difficult than I thought.
I think I have found I way out.
I will make my escape tomorrow.
Or, simply, when I feel ready.
What is tomorrow in a land without light and mere night?
Revenge shall be had.