Oh, Luna, Luna, lovely be.
Lacuna, please, come back to me.
These years apart, my thoughts were true:
Of only, only, only you.
Our regal night entombs these halls,
This broken stone, these castle walls,
With mildew scent and shrouded wails
That in my patience never fails
To bid I wander ‘neath your light—
From pool to pool of moondrop, white.
To slither, snake, in shadow form,
To recollect, inveigle—mourn—
What ficklest fate had stole from me…
Lacuna, Luna, hostess, thee.
I’ve waited long in castle dark
To hold you close, to feel your spark—
That wond’rous flame within your eye—
That prideful power seeking sky
And land that loves our darkest night,
That wants our world without Her light.
To bear the stars and moon alone,
To see us, rightfully, the throne.
Our time, once past, has come again.
We’ll realize our night’s domain.
T'ward Canterlot, I fly to thee,
From out of Castle Everfree.
I come for you, but serpent smoke,
A nightly guise, my starry cloak
That you alone will surely spy,
If be it dark or light the sky,
And hold against your breast your hoof,
A hoping, fleeting, wish for proof
That it is I who comes to you—
That seeks for only, only you.
You’ll say to me: “Oh, thank you, dear.
I’ve missed you every lonely year
“Brought forth by Sunlight’s blist’ring sun.
Now let us fly and us be one,
“Rejoined in twin-sought nightmare bind!”
I hearken for you, nevermind
The distance left and days between.
I’ll find you soon, Lacuna, queen.
You feel within your heart of hearts
The twisting, aching, vexing art
Of love!
‘Tis ours, my Luna. Ours alone.
‘Tis ours upon obsidian throne.
Come closer here—my heart, my host.
Come closer. Hear my heart, my host,
Is only staid with presence close.
Were love a potion, ample dose.
My night-ful bride, I need your boon.
My baleful bride, I need you soon:
For what’s eclipsed by half a moon?