Mare of the Moon
Diamond Moon that shone from the night,
To sense a cooling sensation, a thousand delight.
Cerulean gaze, its misty wonder,
Shall compel the darkness to pause and ponder.
In the pool in a dress of glass,
That twinkle and sparkle and could hear such bass.
Yet all awhile a guest appeared, that came to soon,
For her name was common, Luna, the mare in the moon.
Greed consume this mare, her slight, little brand,
Shrouding her stars of an eternal grand.
But her plan was short, her reign was cut,
That send above that she once trust.
Alone without a care, alone to grimly feel,
That her dream was fake and all too real.
Facing such curse that came early too soon,
Shall linger the pain, the mare in the moon.
Oh Luna, carapace of day,
Why have they punish you, why everyday?
Done nothing wrong for she wanted to shine,
To raise the moon and her nightly divine.
Yet ignorance deludes what creatures would hope,
To embrace the mystery and time to cope.
Alone to feel, denial that must be,
For lunar eclipse, the demand of free.
Made a swear that came too soon,
She strapped on her gear,
And challenge the sun of boon.
Aquatic light of celestial shore,
Shall blocked the truth to sound of war.
Tangerine gem of the noon of light,
That hail by many,
Shall challenge such night.
Extinguish rage from nightmares depth,
Shall feign the way and her debt.
Consume by greed and lost by kiss,
Shall end her reigns from sister's bliss.
Tangled by lust, betrayal by chance,
One must blame for lunar entrance.
Foiled by love and elements of harmony,
For her ambition, was all, but a big phony.
Her action submit like a jagged blade,
That her deed was written, forever abrade.
For her heart was taken, that came too soon,
For Luna was her name, the mare in the moon.
It was all but stolen by wicked scheme,
Of jealous empower and lusting dream.
For she shall found upon midnight space,
Where no creature would see and trace.
Bells began to toll upon night of eve,
When her sister rule and such festive,
Alone to cast the moon so bright,
That her dream was foiled and turned to blight.
Now her dream was hold to pause,
For lunar time that send such cause.
Upon the stare in the midnight blue,
That she stood alone, that was all so true.
In the end of days, of years to make,
For lunar shed her tears beyond such wake.
For she wondered to return, as early as soon,
And despised her title, the mare of the moon.
Upon the still in the coldly stone,
That could feel the pain beneath her bone.
Depend of nature, the case of tomorrow,
Of a familiar step that was gone to sorrow.
No longer to hold but sense her dread,
Of her darker mind as it spread.
Coiled beneath, laid and maroon,
For her monster appeared, Nightmare Moon.
In her mind her former shall rose,
To infect her wing and challenge oppose.
For Nightmare Moon shall break her cage,
With power flare and nightly rage.
Nightmare said, "Enough to stall, I want out!
You cannot keep me, I shall be free and sprout.
You are weak, full of pathetic glee,
For the strong shall win and be free."
A challenge of mind beyond of help,
With no soul in sight for screams to yelp.
Alone to face and stood in fear,
For her time was drawing, the dreadful drear
Coiled beneath the cruel cold of rock,
That felt her stain and tried to block.
But to resist was futile and time was fleeting,
For she must find a way to start winning.
Darkness festered in her dreamly affair,
That Nightmare Moon had gain, quite a telling dare.
For Luna shall be bold where no mare shall go,
Into the abyss of sin and the pride that she must swallow.
Into the maze of scattered shard,
Memories that faded, lost and discard.
Her wander within shall proved her worth,
To challenge her self and Nightmare's mirth.
Upon the first, bellowed deep the past,
Of a likely crew and fewer cast.
Travel through memory her foal was seen,
With sister sun and a little scene.
Before and once, a third was in store,
That had a cheery fine and certain galore.
For the third was extravagant that was award,
That played his music with humming accord.
She cherished the moment and loved him so,
But he chose another, a sister that he owe.
This was the first, that became her foe,
That taught her truth to fuel such ego.
Into the end not all fair of romance,
Where he shuttered and make an evil chants.
This was the crown of her achievement,
When she broke their bond of ancient.
Now she know why she was cast so soon,
And to the reason why she was, the mare of the moon.
Upon the second, deepened through the next,
That stored in books from forgotten text.
That used of power to throw the king,
That hailed the moon as they sing.
From afar, into the distant east,
Laid a trove and wonders of feast.
The griffin of great meet a time to cope,
But all such dreams were dash and hope.
Moment of great of deepest shame,
That she could not forget of lesser fame.
For she started the trouble for even further,
Into the harsh and brutal nature.
Where war was roamed and less for answer,
Into the great war of feather.
Jealous reigned that she could not quell,
That forsaken her role that of tell.
Now she understood how she was cast so soon,
That brought such pain, the mare of the moon.
Upon the third and last, that stained her selfish will,
For she opposed and reigned the nightly still.
This has proved her finest and grueling test,
To see herself outsmart the best.
There her sight she gazed the moon,
That suddenly shrouded with red of noon.
For Nightmare Night was bound that all too fear,
On her last and final frontier.
Nightmare Moon stood from darken void,
To possessed her heart and soiling toyed.
Her precarious laughter, bellowed with echo night,
That turned her dreams into a nightmare fright.
Nightmare said, "Fear the night and all such behold!
See your life as it turn to mold
As soon as I steal your wretched heart,
For I shall begin, the horror's start!"
She struggled and mangled the afternoon,
For her strength was overwhelmed and far too soon.
The lovely mane now soiled with blight,
That slowly infected her heartly light.
Feeling of cold that wrapped with shed,
As darkness crept to make her bled.
But something happened that triggered her pain,
That revealed a cherish attain.
In her eyes that glowed with white,
That rose her grave and her ignite.
Defiant now and forgiven from in,
For she must pay her costly sin.
Then at last, she understand her dream,
That everything else that follow and stream.
With a wave of light from the starry throng,
Shall conquer the night and nightmare's wrong.
Now as centuries continue, counting eternal obsession,
Awaiting her moment for her timely salvation.
For if light shall stood that began to blossom,
For looms the harvest of nightly spectrum.
Where two wills of nature that cannot fade,
That neither could lost their boon and sprayed.
Until centuries or beyond to compare,
Patience be needed and dare.
And so this ends a mare that came too soon,
For many shall continue, the mare...in the moon
