Tonight's Hearths Warming's Eve,
and all through the town,
ponies are running with ease
to get home and settle down.
All except for one pony, that is,
and that one pony you see
isn't a unicorn or a pegasus
or even a simple earth-pony.
That's right, I'm an alicorn
and I am crying in fright
because I am alone,
all by myself this Holiday night.
Please don't be afraid, scared or shy,
I'm no stranger: it's me, your sister.
I know you probably hold a grudge against me
but I meant no harm when the elements bestirred.
In the sky above the Hearth's Warming Fire of Friendship glows,
and as my woes begin to implement themselves into my daily life,
my future no longer seems bright, for this fact I know
being alone this holiday season isn't right.
After so many years ago that you were taken away from me, dear sister,
my heart has ached heavily,
in my heart it feels like a radioactive blister
I just wish our lives could once again be active levelly.
But what can one do, when they have not their best friend beside them?
I've hoped and I've prayed and I've certainly cried
that one day you'll return home, and we can start over again
because you need to return or else I may die.
I might seem like I'm overstating my thoughts,
but what my body aches is not exaggerated,
in my stomach I feel knots
and my heart feels fabricated.
I feel like I'm in a mental war
against my own body
everyday seems to filled with gore
and I feel so gaudy,
I'm a solider fighting my way out
from the blindness of my past
into the melancholy present now,
and the hopeful future to be cast.
I ask that you'll realize that this wasn't all my fault
you had no choice but to sentenced
for your horrific, terrible fall
maybe your future will be correctly destined.
Other ponies are at home with their families, while I am here with strain,
I sit alone and ponder why they think I'm absolutely free
when really I'm in the bondage of burden-like chains,
I hate myself for forcing you away from from me.
I pushed myself down
ever since I pushed you up high
now all I wear is a frown
as I continually cry.
I and Philomena sit here on the edge of Canterlot every night,
still trying to understand why and how
there was so much fright
when I knew you were my sister & I had no doubt.
My heart hurts, my heart aches, my insides feel tied,
and my bones feel like they're on fire
but most importantly I felt like I died
for the one thing I'll probably never get is the one thing I desire.
I regret fighting you; for I feel like I sold you,
betrayal, deception, sellout and treason,
if only this burden didn't hug me like glue
during this 'loving' holiday season.
Sometimes I wonder why I'm still alive,
despite the present, the future seems impossible,
my dear sister, you need to return, or else I'll no longer thrive,
if that action is even physically possible.
I'm sorry for banishing you, and I'm telling the truth,
not only am I alone, but you are deserted as well,
I couldn't stand to be punished on the moon from youth
even if it didn't act like a prison cell.
Sorry that I'm carrying on like this, but if you really must know,
last night was two first things this winter, two things you'd like.
One, we had the first extravagant snow at midnight
and two, our citizens remembered you.
From the orphans to the highest knights
they asked me permission to tell you their request
the ponies told me how they'd delight
if their princess of the night would come back from being 'under arrest'.
We miss you, Luna, and we want you back home.
Just for this Hearth's Warming day
come sit in your throne.
Then maybe my life wouldn't seem as gray.
When the younger citizens go and open their gifts
and the elders talk about Hearth's Warmings' past,
the bakers exchange desert ideas and slowly switch shifts
for today's a day of rest and it shouldn't go by fast.
But why would someone want the day to end
other than because it makes them sad
when someone can't be there for their sister, their friend,
the world becomes boring like gray skies and like plaid.
My ears feel like a clock:
the gears are turning within
pushing the burdens into me as they mock
how when I banished you it was a terrible sin.
I had no control over the elements, however,
they did what they wanted
if I had dominion I'd do something more clever
than to make you go to the moon feeling unwanted.
Please Luna, come back here,
it's not the same without you.
If not I might deeply fear
that you'll never return and my life will be ruined.
I'm not trying to stubborn or angry or even rude
but I'm just trying to understand our sisterly relationship
this Hearth's Warming isn't going to be what I had hoped to have viewed
when you won't be here for companionship.
Every pony always has some pony else:
if not a brother than it's a sister,
and with the sad memories my heart melts
as I hear the wind call your name in a whisper.
After Luna's Return
Now you're here with me, dear friend,
for my dream has come true!
Now I have you, my sister, back home from being penned
and finally it's not just one princess, but it's two.
Happy Hearths Warming, Luna.
Author's Note
This is unedited. Merry Christmas! 
