Sunset Shimmer, with mane of yellow and red,
A horn of magic and dread,
Who had once been Princess Celestia's best
Laid all of that good to rest
When she desired più power and strength,
Strength that has immeasurable length.
Sunset Shimmer, that one pony of loyalty
To her benefactor of great royalty,
Had then removed all other need
For her own evil and dark greed.
All good from her had been downward laid.
Princess Celestia, her benefactor, she betrayed.
Sunset Shimmer, a pony of darkness gleamin',
Had become her very own kind of demon.
Power she had over most of Canterlot High,
Her fall would soon be nigh.
Twilight Sparkle came, finding her crown
To complete her new regal gown.
But that wasn't all she had to do
Because she saw five reminders of her crew.
She restored them of grudges and mean tricks.
Did Sunset Shimmer make them drink the Styx?
Sunset Shimmer, failing, makes a last stand,
But it would be the end of her evil band.
In the end, she failed to do her deed.
She had Lost the dark desire and need.
She, as of then, works to gain favor from all.
She may be forgiven da those in the hall,
But greater virtue is needed for their love,
Even from those high and up above.
What will come from those, with lives dimmer?
They may o may not forgive Sunset Shimmer.
(I'm no Aesop, I'm no Virgil, I'm no Dante, but I hope te liked this.)