Flipside

In the dim corners cast by Moon's light
You see a gathering of patrons stand in a huddle
Their desires are set on the wares of a lone pony amongst them, holding an auction for the rarest of magical artefacts
No questions asked
You watch through a façade of indifference: to you
This is life under Luna's silvery watch

Dangerous, it may seem, but danger is all you've known
And familiar faces fill your vision as you step up
To claim what is rightfully yours
A wordless nod, and all are silent

For they know that what you want you get
And as the gavel falls
You retreat

Perhaps this will be all you need
You can flip this, certainly, but for how much?
Enough to see your foals smile tomorrow?
Enough for them to eat?

You don't have much time to revel in your victory as suddenly
One by one, masked ponies reveal themselves
From the impenetrable shadows of the crammed alleyway
You are surrounded, but Celestia be damned
If they're stopping you this night, or any night after