I stand over the plate of stone, the waves moisten the ground.
Modest, just as she was the grey rivaling the gloom of the clouds
hanging low in the sky. They seemed to always be there.
The streak of color never soared, and the sky never
beamed the same light that her smile brought.
Garbs were shrouded in browns, the glint
of jewel banned with her leaving.
Too much fuss over something that happens everyday,
though I suppose I only speak these words false
for I have learned to cope with the truths of our world.
Even Magic cannot save friendship.
My mentor teaches me well, but I shall soon surpass,
for her coat grays, and her endless time is coming
to an end. The lovely blue madam still thrives,
but with the Sun gone, the Moon is sure to dull.
The past decades have been a downward spiral,
the bad overshadows the good in any situation
faced by more than a manticore's claw.
The sound of metal on marble does none
to clear my head, my hooves aching from
the royal shoes that forever must adorn me feet.
Sometimes I dream.
I dream of poison; that may a servant slip me
the vile and I lay for my conqueror for eternity,
as Juliet did for her Romeo. But she did wake;
I wish not to.
I am a friend, a loyal pony, I am no ruler.
Destiny shalt not be such a defining
piece of rulership. My magic unparalleled
but my happiness sucked away like those past.
Why dost death leave me forever, sworn as my enemy
and no longer on speaking terms. Death, come
to me, reconcile with my soul, and forgive my sins,
and maybe let me be free of the wings, and with my friends.
I can see why I was picked, why anybody would be.
Selfish. Selfish Celestia. She gave me her power
so that I may rule for more eternities than ever imagined,
and I loathe her for it.
Forfeit thy power so I may rule? Despicable.
Leave me to wither as I was meant to,
give this right to a true ruler. Cadance, Luna,
not a small town maid with none but her magic.
Servants dare not look me in the eye in my travels
as I trace my steps throughout the palace
as I do in everyday trackings. If I may fall dead
I shall be eternally grateful.
Nothing to see, no words to speak,
nothing that may satisfy. What I want is long and gone,
but yet manifested in me, for the Elements found not new
bearers. They are with me, but what is the point if I cant hear them?
Cry and be punished, beg and be killed.
State thy business and be gone,
and then court is ceased, for I take no more of this madness.
Save me someone from these chains that forever bound me to duty!
Free my soul from the heavy guilt that shalt never be lifted.
Free my mind from the faces of ponies past, whom
should have left my thoughts eons ago. But alas,
they were my first loves, and can not be soon forgotten.
No matter how hard I try.
I must go. I cannot stay for the torture of another sun's tug
at my magic, for Celestia no longer controls this world.
I knock at her chambers, and with slight creak of bones
she answers. We say not words but say more with eyes, and she knows.
She lets a tear slip but sips her tear quietly. I lay next to her for a while
experiencing the first content in weeks. Peace, serenity,
how life in Equestria is meant to be.
Forgive me my teacher, I know why thou chose me.
I was to be your savior, lift these bounds of duty
from your weakened withers, lowering thou
to the height of common pony. But I see
the pain in thy eyes, and it strikes me cold.
Thou knows it must be time to admit thy mistakes,
for thy were created to rule, and rule thy must.
Push not thou responsibilities onto thy student.
Let me die, Celestia. Let me die.
My magic flows, and my legs cripple, my flesh
to what it should be after eons. My purple fades to grey
as her grey beams to white. Her muscles grow,
her regality emerging to its former glory. She stands above me.
Her mane glows as mine limply hangs, the twinkle from
my eye now in hers. It is a happy sight for one after,
but now it is only reminder of countless mistakes
and a life taken.
I feel the moisture of her sorrows upon my dead body, for
my soul is not quick to embark. "Thank thee Twilight" she says,
"For I was wrong, but thou hast showed me the light."
"Thou are free from my chains. I thank thee for being
what I could not, for longer than any pony should
ever have endeavored."
My mind races away, up through the castle walls and into the cloudy sky,
but my should breaks through, and is met by the uncloaked sunshine.
I am transported, I cannot explain, but when I am conscience, I
feel no feathers upon my back. I feel no taller than a pony.
I look over the green hill, where the clouds were cleared in ten seconds flat,
and I see a red and white pattern blanketing the top.
Familiar colors grace the top, and I sprint in my new body to join
what I have missed.
It feels as though I am running on air, and as I progress,
the world behind me fades to nothingness.
I approach closer, and they turn to face me.
Smiles on all, sandwiches in mouth.
They stand at once and come to me, wrapping me
in the warmness of their legs. "Welcome back Twilight,"
whispers one.
"We missed you."
It felt good to die.