Atop my throne I watch my children
Free to grow without such strife
The weight of sun and moon now lifted
I gifted ponykind with "life"
I bore upon the world, a Seed
That always grew, but never bloomed
A freedom... Choice, to do and say
What they would wish, and not be doomed
So long as they were true to Choice
And never took it from another
One could do whatever wished
From simple things, to lusting fire
If you doth take away the Choosing
Of a stallion, or a mare,
All your rights will fall to dust;
Let the Court decide your fare
Take away the Choice to breed
Lose your foaling for your life
Take a life before its ending
All of yours shall be in strife
Choose to be your Destiny
Or Choose to give it all away
But never take away a Choice
Or I will take your Summer's Day