Premiere of Pony Poetry: an Amateur Anthology

by The Bromeister

Lunar Lament

The heaven's opaque
While all are awake
The firmament's beauty is hidden

The Sun at it's height
Blinds them all to the sight
The majestic Cosmos therein

"What beauty!" I cry
The Dark Brilliance nigh
For the Sunfall has just begun

On this path I had trod
To find comforting sod
To bathe in the luminance shunned

As I rest body supine
Astral lights above remind
Not a soul in proximity here

A tear blessed my cheek
As the stars above streak
No love to hold me so dear

Pointed lights above pass
Their tails fading fast
Past relations pass in memory

All of my life
Passed in solitary strife
No bonds have I built for family

My independent tendencies
Left no room for dependencies
My heart grew as distant as the Moon

Joy and happiness fleeting
Wishing for a chanced meeting
Hoping for love to bloom

Yet as I contemplate history
I realize it is no mystery
That my first true love is the night

So with the Moon at its height
Sat enthralled by the sight
By Selene grant me strength as bright