The Moon’s Sorrow
Dreams were all they could be
For no matter how I may try they could not see.
My silver moon I would hang proudly in the sky
Painting pictures with the stars in hopes of hearing their awed sighs.
The night was my masterpiece of splendor
Meant to bring comfort that was most tender.
But why were they hiding from my wonderful night?
The candles and the lights disappeared from my sight
As my subjects shunned my beautiful dark sea.
“One day you will be adored,”
Said my sister “Be patient. Please, I implore.”
So quietly and eagerly, I did wait
Hoping that their minds would change their state
But it was my sister’s sun they treasured.
It was the sun princess from whom they received their pleasure
While the moon was avoided by the world
And as my sadness unfurled
Hatred washed upon my heart’s shore.
“Why do they not love me?” I cried.
“Why is my moon the one from which they hide?
Why do they not love my night?
As the moon princess, is it not my right?”
My sister basked in all of their praise
As they cheered when her sun she did raised.
Kind to them but to me she was cruel.
This became my bitterness’s fuel.
The one whose love I needed the most had cast me aside.
I knew that you wanted an excused for me to be punished.
My exile I knew you secretly wished.
My selfish sister, I loved you so much.
Now I will know only silence’s touch
I only wanted what you had
Was my desire really so bad?
You cannot blame me for the rise of the nightmare
When you, yourself, never treated me fair!
You had never cared for my anguish…
Oh sister, why did you fall for fame’s seduction?
Why couldn't you see my own self-destruction?
You will never understand the hate I feel for you
Or the agony in my heart you brew.
You have banished me to this prison.
I, in such chains, must be quite the vision.
When I’m free, will you still be the same?
Will you finally understand my pain
While I wait in the cage of your own construction?
My dreams were never meant to be
For no matter how much I cried you never did see.
My glowing moon I wanted forever kept in the sky.
With shimmering stars, I heard nothing but lamenting sighs.
I only wanted them to appreciate my night’s splendor
But the wrath I received was far from tender.
Why is it wrong to want an eternal night?
My gentle darkness now banished from your sight
As I am now forgotten like my beautiful dark sea.
As she placed down the rock she had been using as a crude writing instrument, Nightmare Moon read what she had written. She did not know why she wrote about the time of her banishment. All she knew was that she was suddenly compelled to do so. Snorting she rose to her hooves, and stalked away in order to find something else to do. She had a thousand years to kill, and she wanted to forget the painful memories that she had written in the glimmering dust of her moon.