Hotspur
I never meant for this to happen
When I chipped in for that march.
How was I to know
Dawn Patrol had shared his fears
With the lovely Littlemoth?
That he could not keep silent
And she feared what would come
From news of Princess Luna.
Peridot could not
Have picked a worse time
To be her miserable self.
As night fell,
But before the moon rose—
We are so far from home
That such nonsense is true—
Littlemoth decided
To take her rising fear
And do something with it.
Misfortune aided her
In this grim quest of hers.
A Mookin cow was skulking
Through the dark of Myinnkyun
Avoiding pony eyes.
The only one who saw her
Before she swam away
Was poor old Peridot
Who she knocked to the ground.
Most Nightmares, like I,
Train to enter dreams
But some are born to trot
Those strange, ethereal paths.
Littlemoth was one,
Flitting into Peridot’s head
Avoiding the slumbering mind
Guiding the slumbering body.
Like a foal, she stumbled
Wearing another’s fur.
Tripping over Tommyrum
Splashing off the dock.
Then she set the old mare
To paddle far away
Until she awoke too far
And too tired to return.
Then Littlemoth sought out
Good Moonstruck's company
Giving her an alibi
From moonrise to dawn.
Forgive me, Shooting Star.
We Nightmares must tread soft
More so, with Luna gone.
Would that I could share
The kelpie’s innocence
The Mooken’s ignorance
And Littlemoth’s foul crime.
But it is far too late
This town was but a house of cards.
Little scraps of fear and hatred
Balanced against each other
Propping each other up.
Peridot swam away
And down, down it went.
We make war with the natives.
We make war with the sea.
We make war with each other.
From war we’ll not be free.
Our rage and anger bellow
And wrack like a typhoon
And thus begins the twilight
Of ill-fated Myinnkyun.