Truth
All
is rotting
All
is crumbling
Do you feel trembling?
All
has fallen
The light is out
The Pariah lives on
as a hanged mare
in the sky
Luna
When you look,
Why do you choose down
upon ponies,
Where you see nothing
but
the dirt where you have fallen?
Yet you have the nerve
to ask,
Why I look above,
Where I can see all,
and be
alone together with the stars.
Celestia
Over and over
a mortal is born
Again and again
a mortal has died
Time after time
(for all of them, such standard response, nearly automatic)
Yet in your name,
how many tears have I dried?
(a single name, stricken from history, a dusty antique of a memory in my heart's attic)
Lies
Composed, she dons her mask
Expendable is her own welfare
Losing a battle within herself
Expectations of any return smashed
Smiling forever after
Trying to fill the emptiness
In denial, as always
Abhorred by her own actions and the truth
Cannot bear to tell any truth
Acknowledge it, even
No longer believes in the Harmony that she preaches
Can't bear to remember any longer
Hollow beneath her eternal costume
Altering conventions little by little, in her forgotten name
Never wanted to hurt her sister so
Grooms each Faithful Student for a single empty purpose
Even though it is only to reassure herself