Pony Poems

Twilight sat in her library; now far from the castle in which her friends had inadvertently terrified one another. In front of her lay a book that in spite of being one thousand years old was in remarkable condition.

What a great opportunity to see a more personal side of the princess! Thought Twilight as she skimmed over doodles of different "traps" that lay throughout the now dilapidated castle. She heard a gurgling sound...

Pausing, Twilight looked about the room. Spike is out with the cutie ma--, there it was again, Oh... its my stomach. The Alicorn scowled. Missing meals on account of dusty tomes and scrolls was always a issue for her, but now that she was working on research, It wouldn't be a surprise if she had forgotten to eat since yesterday.

Lifting the diary that time caused something peculiar to appear. The corner of a bit of parchment now showed that a not was stuck in the pages of the diary.

Upon it, she saw this written in the distressed hoof-writing of her mentor:

I bear the wounds from our battle

every scratch, mark, and bite.

But it is my heart that has been rattled.

and bares the scars from our fight.

The real war wasn't fought with metal

It was anger and spite

I don't know If I can forgive myself...

TONIGHT!!

I envy those in their graves.

And those still at birth.

For they went away without

having to bear hurt

What have I done?

Guilt has sunk in!

In my heart there is a hole

My world is now un-whole

Its weight is so oppressing,

The moon, it takes its toll.

Sister, oh sister what made you so cold?

I brought this upon myself

A thousand years of pain.

It was all I could do...

to not kill you.

So now every morning

I begin the day with mourning.

Curse this morning sun,

That drags me into one more day.

In my heart there is a hole

This world is now my shame

Its weight is so oppressing,

The moon, it takes its toll.

Sister, oh sister, what made you so cold?

I did what I did.

To protect the light

from which you hid

and said it was too bright

but it is what defines me.

You became...

The traitor, the night!

The hated, for your strong will.

The feared, terrors of your design.

Your the one who lost it!

You lost your mind!

YOU MADE ME DO THIS

YOU HORRIBLE FRIEND!

YOU MADE ME DO THIS

YOU FORCED MY HAND.

NOW THERE'S TEARS POOLED

POOLED ON THE COBBLESTONE

CAUSE YOUR THE ONE WHO HAD TO

WHO HAD TO ATTACK!!

Curse this morning sun,

That drags me into one more day.

In my heart there is a hole

My world is now my shame

Its weight is so oppressing,

The moon, it takes its toll.

I brought this upon myself

A thousand years of pain.

It was all I could do...

to not kill you.