//------------------------------// // Warmer and Brighter // Story: Racing Thoughts // by ambion //------------------------------// The moon was never equal to the sun What pony rightly said when day was done That warmer was the night, brighter the stars Most constant is the light, she’s always round The moon shines on her own, there are no scars And always, come the month can she be found! Did ‘Once upon a time’ pass by so fast That long ago the past had swallowed whole Filial and hearty days, not meant to last My smile glowed with your light, the moon was full. But then below a higher calling came Up went the castle of our sovereignty Atop our heads distinctions soon were made One crown a golden sight, the other, shade. So that is where we stood, a princess each So much for us to teach, still more to learn But certain things must lay beyond my reach Why push my lovely boulder up the hill? Damnation much prefers us standing still My green eyed monster could not stand to share her sister with the world, it wasn't fair! Instead I choose responsibility The one who truly fell was truly me So bitter is this medicine I have: My happiness was never yours to give away, or back to me, I cannot live for love, parasitically, Celestia please understand, it isn’t you, it’s me, And I’ve let go of precepts long I’ve held about your own infallibility The sun itself is not immune to spots That truth I found to ease my jealous soul And once I even giggled at the thought: You’re hiding imperfection flawlessly. Please stay with me, and talk like once we would Of pointless things that proved how well we knew the other’s thoughts, so secretive the bond of sisters: send me to that place again inside, it’s warm, so bright the memory where you and I spoke volumes silently The flickers of our eyes were all we’d need and clearly seen by only you and I... that was all we’d need... that was all we’d need... ... Celestia, you hesitate to speak? Why must you consider all the ways one might construe the consequence of words it is absurd, that practicality is so unlike the sister that I had Itself betrays the means of etiquette and it is mean, to set it up so that some chasm, some facade must lay between. If you would close those eyes, ‘tis not a blink you think what thoughts expected you to think and iced your mind: all smooth, polished; a rink! As good a scene as any dream would cast: A sterile plane of cold and dancing blades It’s all a show put on for someone else! How fondly can I live with my distrust How much of me in me, or you in you? The memories, they seem so far away And well we know what distance really means The centuries are fractions of my thoughts while fractures still run rampant through my mind (The parting gift my sisters left behind!) Just rooting through the wreckage in this place has brought me smiles and tears, each more than once I oft recall your face, I see them both I wonder where I stand between the two When each of them are thinking they are you We are sisters in this strife, you and I not one of us alone completes the sky And long ago we banished both of us from one another’s sight, I must believe that banishment has hurt you deeply too (though you don’t show such outward signs of pain...) I must believe that we are much the same That what was done to me happened to you as well, or otherwise, I’m still alone... Celestia... I’m wearier than ever did I know Sleep has no rest, I do not want to live this way, not anymore, I never did. Can I come home now? I’ve been so long outside... The stars are shining distant all around My tracks disturb the dust without a sound The snows before were never cold as this It looked like you, I think, it looked the same I try to make a snowball with my hoof Isn’t that how children play this game? Can I come home now, please? It’s getting late. I think I’m lost, don’t recognize this place... CeeCee, this isn’t funny anymore! No...no... that was long ago. No...it ended recently. ... Goodnight then, Celestia, and fare thee well Goodnight, and I will see you come the dawn As we are fit to do, to move our two Bodies through predetermined cycles. No, I know my way. Yes, I will be fine. Really, you should stay, I’m feeling better now. You have your work to do, I understand Do not worry, I will be no more disturbed for my chambers are as silent as the moon As gentle as the twinkling of stars My blankets, soft as dust, will have me soon.