First to go were the eyes

Pupils condensed to dark slits
As she put on her royal armor
With every step that she took
Dark magic corrupted more and more of her body

She took off from the abandoned castle
Electricity falling from her hooves
Hell-bent on taking her moon back
Her pride back

Racing on, bits and pieces of her mane fell out along the trail
Until all was replaced with a dark aura
What marched from that castle wasn’t Luna
But black