No hoovesteps or wings could be heard at all;

A letter now rested nearby on the floor.

A crimson wax crest sealed the edges together,

An ebony lace traced from top to its nether.

To pick up the letter, I'll kneel.

What words will this scroll reveal?

The seal I will break an then I will see

If the written adress goes really to me.

A shame it would be to tear it apart.

Fine writings on paper are such a rare art!

Yet this vivid night won't let me read.

The blue moon's light is what I need.

I set my hues upon a lover's letter...

It whispers sultry wishes for the better.

I whisper back. This mare I knew so long...