I look down upon the world from my perch
This place that was once a prison
And now
Again
My own
And see my beautiful children
I feel so alone
Eternally I move my dearest moon to light their night
And fend off deadly nightmares
Oh how
I wish
They knew my plight
For one as I am is plagued by the Fates themselves
Burdened to rest during the day
And stay awake
As all my little ponies rest
And dream
And break a little in their sleep, at times
But the day tires me as the night tires all
And I find myself weary
I cannot stand
I fall
And only peruse sparse daydreams in my slumber
So difficult it is to truly capture their nightmares
Lock up the terrors and save my children
I watch over them
At night
But am burdened to never reach them
Oh Fates, why did you curse me the likes of this?
I am born to tread upon gossamer dreams
But you wake me
And hold me
Until the night
Is through
"Sleep, but no dream"
A ponet once said
A curse
I wish
It were another way
I can walk the dreams of all my children
I can chase off demons in their sleep
But I can rare ever rest beside them
Because the night
Is my day
And I am so tired of mixed blessings I could cry