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The Curator Of Forever-Rarity's Villain Song (My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic)

My RP Discord Server:   / discord   Dark Matter Merch: https://dark-matter-shop.fourthwall.com Channel Memberships:    / @darkmatter1996   Sister Channel:    / @antimatter96   Commissions: Open Discord Username: @darkmatter96 Discord profile name: Zacks Black Rarity’s descent is not born from cruelty but from devotion sharpened into obsession. As the Element of Generosity, she defines herself through what she gives. When time threatens to erode beauty, youth, and the ponies she loves, she does not rage against the world. She refines it. She convinces herself that preservation is kindness and that stillness is mercy. In her mind, to prevent loss is the highest form of love. The path of the Curator begins with grief and perfectionism intertwined. A mare who once revealed beauty hidden within stone begins sealing beauty away from change itself. Her magic evolves from refinement to restraint, from inspiration to control. Friends become masterpieces. Laughter becomes a pose. Life becomes a gallery curated for eternity. She does not see herself as a tyrant. She believes she has solved suffering by removing its cause. Growth, decay, departure, all of it edited out in the name of immaculate harmony. Lyrics: [Intro] Tick tock, silk and clock, the seconds stain the lace, A wrinkle in the ribbon of an otherwise perfect face. Hush now, little heartbeat, do not dare depart, I have thread enough to stitch eternity to art. [Verse 1] I was born where mud clings stubborn to the hem, Where function trumps the flourish of a carefully cut gem. They saw a rock, I heard it sing beneath the sod, A choir trapped in crystal waiting to applaud. I tailored my own vowels, pressed polish into poise, Turned ridicule to taffeta, turned doubt into white noise. If beauty is a beacon then I am its flame, And what is left of me if no one speaks my name. [Pre Chorus] I have given silk and sleepless nights, Bled brilliance into borrowed lights, Trimmed my pride to fit their frame, Tell me who recalls the seamstress name. [Chorus 1] I will keep you as you are in a moment made of glass, Where laughter never falters and no seasons dare to pass. I will hush the hands of time with a varnish soft and slow, You will never fade away, you will never have to go. If love must choose between the ache and artful tethering, Then forgive me dear for choosing everlasting. [Verse 2] I studied every tremor in the mirror’s silver stare, Every tiny trespass that the years had written there. Entropy’s a vandal with unmanicured intent, Smearing dust on dimple, leaving daylight ill spent. So I brewed a gloss of starlight steeped in sapphire hue, Mixed preservation’s promise with a drop of morning dew. One sip of stillness, one stroke divine, And chaos folds obediently along my grand design. [Pre Chorus] You call it loss of liberty, I call it love’s security, A gallery of joy refined, A flawless world impeccably aligned. [Chorus 2] I will keep you as you are in a moment made of glass, Where laughter never falters and no seasons dare to pass. I will hush the hands of time with a varnish soft and slow, You will never fade away, you will never have to go. If love must choose between the ache and artful tethering, Then forgive me dear for choosing everlasting. [Instrumental Break] [Interlude] Look at you mid laughter, mane caught in a golden ray. Perfection is a fragile thing, it frays if left to sway. I could not bear the thought of creases carved by grief, So I framed you in forever, tell me is that not relief. [Bridge] They say a heart must beat to prove it’s truly there, But what is love if not meticulous repair. If breathing brings the breaking, If living means the leaving, Then stillness is the kinder art, A curated believing. Am I monster, muse, or merely misunderstood, I only did for all of you what no one else could. [Chorus 3] I will keep you as you are in a moment made of glass, Where laughter never falters and no seasons dare to pass. I will hush the hands of time with a varnish soft and slow, You will never fade away, you will never have to go. If love must choose between the ache and artful tethering, Then forgive me dear for choosing everlasting. [Outro] The town is oh so quiet, every smile precisely placed, A boulevard of breathing forms in marble gently laced. I wander through my masterpiece, adjust a tilted chin, A curator of cosmos immaculate within. [Final Flourish] But in the hush between the ticks a dreadful truth I see, A flawless world preserved at last, With no one left but me. #MLP #Rarity #VillainArc