lunar poem

All my ponies view upon my masterpiece every night,

Which they fear all the natural things that love my paintings,

I have no control over the things that may give them a fright,

It seems all the ponies just want to use my sky for there matings,

Some ponies view this starry night and tell stories,

so that there children may know my name,

I watch over there dreams which bring me no glories,

But they will never let me live down my shame,

The princess of the Dreams,

The one once feared by all,

I once fell apart at the seams,

Until i had a mighty Fall,