The Sun’s Regret
So many nights has passed
Since I have seen your smile.
I still feel the dead hand of the past,
And I often wondered all this while
If you still hate me for what I have done.
You don’t know the sorrow I feel
When I raise your moon and my sun.
I don’t know if our scars will ever heal.
I wish for those days long ago
When the both of us were glad,
And neither know of woe.
The times before it all went bad.
I cling to those memories
With such a desperate need.
For a while, they lift my miseries
Soothing my heart that bleeds.
Do you remember the time
When you raised your first moon?
With pride, I watched your moon climb
And my joy sang a tune.
You exclaimed, “See! I didn’t need your help!”
I laughed and said, “You did such wonderful work.”
Then I tickled you and you yelped,
Calling me a jerk.
My beloved sister, I’m so sorry
For being so blind,
And not seeing your wonder that was so starry.
I was so unkind.
I know that I have ignored your tears
As I took all of the glory.
If I have done more to ease your fears
Maybe things would have changed for our story.
Then I would not have sent you away.
If only I had seen
I could have kept the darkness at bay,
But it is only a dream.
A dream that became nightmarish
And haunts my every step,
Reminding me of the loss of the one I most cherished
And the aching regret.
Why did it have to be like this?
Why didn’t I love you, as I should?
Why was I in such remiss?
Wishing will do neither of us any good
Because it will never change the past.
It will not change the fact
That in battle was when we saw each other last,
Or the ferocity in which we attacked.
To this day, it hurts me that
I had to break the harmony,
And hearing the hatred you had spat
While I banished someone from my family.
I know that alone I am to blame
For this tragic outcome.
I was the one who fell for the call of fame.
It was me who made you so doubtful.
All I can do now is beg
Forever for your forgiveness.
I’m sorry for letting it all explode like a powder keg.
I’m sorry for filling your heart with bitterness.
When your time is over
Maybe… we can start again.
We could sit in a field of sweet clover,
And look out on the glen.
My lonely sister, you do not know
How much you are missed.
Give me a chance for my love to show
As we watch early morning’s mist.
We could watch the flowers bloom
Or splash around in the rain.
Between us, there would be no more gloom,
And by each other’s side we would forever remain.
Celestia let out a mournful sigh. She gazed up at her young sister's moon, which still imprisoned Luna, before she rolled up the parchment in front of her. She placed a magical seal on it to ensure that no one but her could open it. She place the scroll with the others that she had written, all of them about her lamentations involving her sister, and returned it to it's spot high on her bookcase. As she was about to get into bed, she frowned, and then, with a flick of her magic, she moved it closer to her large windows. Satisfied, she extinguished her lights and got comfortable in her bed with small readjustment of her pillows. She slept that in Luna's silvery glow.