Silver Words on Burned Pages

I look down upon the world from my perch

This place that was once a prison

And now

Again

My own

And see my beautiful children

I feel so alone

Eternally I move my dearest moon to light their night

And fend off deadly nightmares

Oh how

I wish

They knew my plight

For one as I am is plagued by the Fates themselves

Burdened to rest during the day

And stay awake

As all my little ponies rest

And dream

And break a little in their sleep, at times

But the day tires me as the night tires all

And I find myself weary

I cannot stand

I fall

And only peruse sparse daydreams in my slumber

So difficult it is to truly capture their nightmares

Lock up the terrors and save my children

I watch over them

At night

But am burdened to never reach them

Oh Fates, why did you curse me the likes of this?

I am born to tread upon gossamer dreams

But you wake me

And hold me

Until the night

Is through

"Sleep, but no dream"

A ponet once said

A curse

I wish

It were another way

I can walk the dreams of all my children

I can chase off demons in their sleep

But I can rare ever rest beside them

Because the night

Is my day

And I am so tired of mixed blessings I could cry