The Story of Nightmare Night
I’ll tell you a story you might never believe
The tale of Nightmare Night, on this dark autumn eve
What really once happened that cold winter night
Why the ponies all scream and run in cold fright
There once were two sisters who ruled over the land
From the frozen northern reaches to the southern desert sands
The eldest used her powers to raise the sun every morn
The youngest raised the moon, which only brought her scorn
Their subjects were the ponies who played in the light
Unicorns, Earth Ponies, Pegasi not one cared for the night
The youngest sister, Luna, became bitter and defied-
Why should nopony have admired her night sky?
The Sister of the Sun Celestia was her name,
Calmed her sister’s heart, but it was never quite the same
Luna’s heart had darkened, a mere shadow of her moon
Her visage turned to a Nightmare; her very heart was strewn
Princess Celestia knew what had happened to her
But who would ever want to kill their own little sister?
She did as she must, though, and sent Luna to the sky
But after the deed was done, the Sun could only cry
She felt it was her own fault her sister had been exiled
However, her faithful subjects only could laugh and smile
The Princess they so hated had been sent far away
Now they could once again come to the light and play
Nightmare never forgave in that darkened, lasting age
Her love was locked away in some hidden, hated cage
When she finally returned, Nightmare’s subjects feared again
They knew the time of peace they’d known had come to an end
The Elements of Harmony came together to rise
They stripped the hurt and anger from Nightmare Moon’s eyes
She became Princess Luna soft, pure and bright
No longer angry at the ponies who still shunned her night
Nightmare’s Shadow still lingered, though, in Princess Luna’s form
The Moon was quick to anger; her eyes stirred up a storm
The ponies still fear her to this very day
Never did they accept the Princess who once had gone astray
They feared the Nightmare that had stripped Equestria of all light
So much, in fact, they honored her with the famous Nightmare Night
The truth has now been twisted, distorted, and grown small
The ponies speak only of the dreadful Nightmare’s fall
The ponies think that if they hide themselves every year
They’ll never fall to the fangs of their very greatest fear
But listen to what I ask is this so hard to comprehend?
Take a minute to look at the sky Luna works so hard to mend
Happy Nightmare Night
