Controlling love should be a gift in its own,
A power so great should be earned,
but I was a lucky one, and was born with said strength.
Time brings knowledge, but I wish that advice could have come sooner,
for I curse myself every morning when I wake
for the mistakes I have made,
and for the lives I have ruined.
I was not born with these wings, but none must know that,
nor was I blessed by Celestia for a power that would
guide Equestria for years to come.
No, I was a pony who wanted to be a princess,
and had a gift needed. I am baffled as to why
I was made to be this. Celestia was just paranoid I suppose.
But enough of this time to air, I shall tell all.
Sombra appeared from the depths of hell,
driven by pure evil, driven by love of the darkness.
Worshipper of the Nightmare, worshipper of Discord,
He was a pony that only a Princess could face.
It was but an hour before the worship'd sun
Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,
But the sky was dark in our kingdom.
The crystals loomed, black as our ruler's heart.
I gazed from the window, swinging about my head,
trying to locate a white cloud in the sea of grey
that stretches from here to Canterlot.
Where art my princesses?
While our men were exchanging thrusts and blows
against his crown, my mother was taken,
brought with the other mares to his hooves for labor.
I cry, and walk outside, a troubled mind driving me to walk abroad,
my hooves falling steadily in pace atop the black crystal dust.
Our tower is spreading darkness instead of light, and I spot
what is too commonly seen in a world that used to reflect hope.
Two ponies, sit alone, dank and depressed, adding to clouds more clouds
with deep sighs and heavy heads hanging low.
And there was a stir inside me, I wanted them to be happy.
I wanted everypony to be happy.
A tingling started in my horn, and with a zap, a small heart popped out.
So close to sounding and discovery, I watched it fly
to the sad ponies who hadn't yet dried their eyes.
And it burst, the faint sparkles twinkling all around.
I watched in awe as the ponies' eyes began to sparkle.
Was it hope I saw? Or perhaps love for life.
No matt'r the case, I could spread the sweet love to the air,
and bring some light to our conquered home.
I trotted forth, humming a tune my mother had sung,
and I spread my love, and I spread my light.
They glowed, they shined, they crystalized for but a moment
before the darkness took them back. But they were there for a second.
My friends were back for a moment.
And then they arrived! The chains were broken and the black was to white,
the ice opened, and the shadow was imprisoned. We were free!
The ponies rejoiced, and I was lifted to the withers of my mother,
And she kissed my cheek for we were together at last.
They flew down, their wings battered and torn, blood flowing
from the Moon's muzzle, but she still smiled somewhat still.
The Sun beamed as per usual, with minor injuries
to her porcelain face, but all seemed well.
The crowd parted as they walked through, the Moon trailing the back,
while the Sun princess strutted through the splitting crowd.
But as my mother stepped into line for her to pass, she shook her head no.
"Thy wish, your highness?" spoke my mother with voice quavering, as I stared in awe at our god.
"Thy daughter for but a moment, if that is fine with thee," she said soft and steady.
I jumped from my mother's back, and she watched me fall in pace with our rulers.
I was between the sisters, taken to a special room. It was colorful;
it made me feel happy.
The Moon princess kept to the back, while the Sun paced around me.
She told me that I had helped her defeat our king,
And that she needed me to keep helping her for a little bit longer.
She told me my cutiemark was very, very special, and I turned to see
our crystal heart emblazoned on my flank.
Many squeals later, she told me my destiny.
I was to spread my gift so that Sombra may never return.
And I accepted. I don't know why, I regret it every morning I wake.
I just wanted to be a pretty pony princess I suppose.
And a princess I emerged.
The kingdom rejoiced, their eyes full of spirit and glee,
Celebrations spanning morrow after morrow,
For I was the savior to stay, they shan't ever be scared.
But all is not great when the party ends.
I watched my mother whither and die, my friends pass,
and the princesses' became my only family.
Thus, I have lost myself to the mystery of life,
or endless life.
So much power, forcing the sparkle into a lover's eye
for one he wish not to lay. But I knew not what to do,
how was I to spread love? Love is but a smoke that cannot
be caught, yet I was supposed to bottle it?
Doth my mistakes added more grief to that I already kept.
I suppose it was a right fair mark for me,
but does not mean I agree with it.
I hold Cupid's arrow, but I have no aim.
I hath ruined many a life with my ill decisions,
casting my spell throughout my acquired empire
to bond my ponies together beneath our heart.
But the sun has chosen foolishly, for I am more done than the moon.
She is gone now, half my mentor, half my savior,
And I would wish I could have given her some of my love,
But she dies with beauty in her stone.
One day I shall master my art, and one day I will
ask the Sun to let me die, so my love can live on its own.
The crystal heart will power itself, and my light will
not be needed, and maybe one day I may dim.
But I hath done what I was asked, and I became
the princess I had wanted, and learned that
being a princess is a foal's dream, but is a sentence
to an eternity of failure and loneliness.
My grasp of love weakens with each friend lost,
and I feel the ice crack beneath my hooves
with the rumble of a ruler long forgotten by text.
But there is always one day that proves to be
worth a life of pain. And that was the day my love was mirrored
by my love, Shining Armor.