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