Dear Princess of the Sun and seas,
Who kindly guided me throughout
My youth; who told me all about
The world and all its mysteries:
Today I learn'd beloved Dash,
A spectral wonder of the skies,
A mare who's easy on the eyes
A loyal friend; at times, though rash--
She always cared, she never fled,
She comforted in times of doubt,
She always loved, she did not flout --
today I learn'd that she is dead.
I sit now in my study-place
With Spike and Owl' by my side;
I wish to curl up, sleep, and hide--
Instead, I write you, by your grace:
Dear Princess of the Sun and earth,
Whose reign does span all mortal planes:
Will you please guide me through my pain,
Be ever present by my hearth
By reading, sharing misery,
The endless drivel I will pen.
I do not know where to begin
Except by writing poetry.