Silver Words on Burned Pages

Atop my throne I watch my children

Free to grow without such strife

The weight of sun and moon now lifted

I gifted ponykind with "life"

I bore upon the world, a Seed

That always grew, but never bloomed

A freedom... Choice, to do and say

What they would wish, and not be doomed

So long as they were true to Choice

And never took it from another

One could do whatever wished

From simple things, to lusting fire

If you doth take away the Choosing

Of a stallion, or a mare,

All your rights will fall to dust;

Let the Court decide your fare

Take away the Choice to breed

Lose your foaling for your life

Take a life before its ending

All of yours shall be in strife

Choose to be your Destiny

Or Choose to give it all away

But never take away a Choice

Or I will take your Summer's Day