Mayhaps
The nights are too short for them to satisfy me. Every night the midnight blue gives way the dawn. It's fiery glare, its orange flare purging my memories gone. So distant now, as I see no one but phantoms before me. I walk under the sun and sleep under the moon, living in mediocrity. Whiling wares, courting mares knowing that I live in my heart's hypocrisy, I live my life of hard work and hardships, only to live long enough to dream. If only the night were an eternal night, perchance I would dream of you. Perchance I would lay down my head and close my eyes to see you in your midnight hues. Your mane of stars and crescent moon, your visage to be gone always too soon. As I open my eyes and find to my surprise, no princess to make my dreams come true.
Perchance I sleep an eternal sleep, perhaps I would dream eternally too? For the truth and all the meaning I perceive, is the pleasure and praise to serve you. Buck the world of the day, the bright and fiery sun. Let the moon's cool glow and the twinkles of the stars, remind me the day is done. For you see a dream is something of a possibility, an infinity I wish to traverse. there I could slay a dragon and have you honour me in a courtship repeatedly rehearsed. You would lead me and I would follow. You would need me as I fight back tomorrow. And then on the cusp of glorious midnight you would purge my daily life's sorrow.
To war I would march, against Equestria's flag if I must. For my dream, and your dream I will cut until mine blade has rust. We'd be together forever you and I. I as a star and you as our moon. Even in dreams, I know others will walk with me. But unlike the foals of the morrow and the asses of the sun. I know that these ponies are my brothers and with them our dream can be won.
Perchance I would dream of you. Perchance I hold your esteem. Perchance I champion you. Perchance I dream the reality of our dream. Our lonely hearts calling out to each other, others see us shining in the night. Together we die and fight for one another, for eternal night.
Your jealousy is our jealousy. My heart is yours to inspire. Pour all of your hate, all of your sadness into mine vessel and know that we will die to find our goddess smile again.
"Do your words ring true or do sweet nothings come from you?"
Oh sweet and glorious night. Oh let the foe know fear and terror tonight. Oh Nightmare moon, a goddess incarnate of all my strife, I bow to thee, a prayer that my eyes are in the right.
"Awake my love, the legion awaits. This nightmare night will be the meeting our fates."
Is tonight the night? Eternal night? The time we march on Canterlot's face?
"I join you with fervour and passionate love and sympathetic hate." Night will be eternal, the dream, the day and sun's demise. Look into my eyes my princess, nay queen of all that twinkles and all that shines in the darkness. Let your loyal subject serve. Let equestria bow in their endless masses.
"Very well my love. My star in the sky, let me test your faith for the goddess of the night."
A sword, like any that would seen. A sword of no specialty besides the touch of mine queen.
"I will take up this blade and slay as many as you wish. What task do you give me, who's dream do I wake?"
Her mane of stars shifted shapes and acted with life. Three ponies before me, one foal, one filly and one mare I must slay. With no doubt in my heart I knew my blade to be true. it was touched by a goddess, surely that held more value than the lives of three fools.
"Do you not care who those were? Did you not love a single one?"
"My daughter, my mother and my lover... My feelings, I hold none."
Her smile was perfection. Her laughter like ambrosia to mine soul. Her kiss intoxicates me, her voice purring in mine ear.
"You served me well. My hero, a lover's gifts you gave and a kiss you earned with mine trust and faith."
A goddess holds faith in a mortal like me. I am equal to a god by my lovers decree.
"You have awoken in dream, but you must now wake in reality. Take up your blade and make the dream the reality."
The nights are too short for them to satisfy me. Every night the midnight blue gives way the dawn. It's fiery glare, its orange flare purging my memories gone. So distant now, as I see no one but phantoms before me. I walk under the sun and sleep under the moon, living in mediocrity. Whiling wares, courting mares knowing that I live in my heart's hypocrisy, I live my life of hard work and hardships, only to live long enough to dream. If only the night were an eternal night, perchance I would dream of you. Perchance I would lay down my head and close my eyes to see you in your midnight hues. Your mane of stars and crescent moon, your visage to be gone always too soon. As I open my eyes and find to my surprise, no princess to make my dreams come true.
Perchance I sleep an eternal sleep, perhaps I would dream eternally too? For the truth and all the meaning I perceive, is the pleasure and praise to serve you.
"I will take up mine blade." A knife that could be found in every kitchen.
My daughter awakes and she jumps for joy to welcome the day with her father. I welcomed her back with a blade in her back and a tear, I could not fathom.
A scream rang out from behind me. The mother, my lover in her grief she finds me.
"What have you done? My love, what wrong did you do!?"
"I'm doing what I'm told, for reason I cannot tell you."
Her death was quick, resigned and fit, as dignant as death would ever permit. A knife to the throat, a bloody moat, a mare, a mother no longer of note.
A knock to the door, then a bang and then a smash.
"The guard is here. Your mother foresaw disaster in this house"
"What good timing. I was seeking more to oust."