An Anthology of Luna and Celestia

This is my biggest poem (so far). After the original, there will be a clearer, but edited one. After the edited one, I will explain how this came about and break down every part

Rising the sun
Sister, are you there?
I lie awake, watching the sky
Hoping, nay, knowing you are doing the same
How has time been for you?
The children sleep, the students study
Readying for tomorrow’s sun
I’m sorry I let you feel this way.
I watch the stars twinkle
Contrasting the night sky
Have either of you maintained power?
My headache breaks through my defenses
Destroying my concentration
I know you’re still there and I shall wait for you
I grit my teeth through the pain
Though I feel bile coming up, I can’t abide to the stress
Time has dragged on, slower every second for me
I leave the balcony to go to my room
Looking in the mirror, I see the impact of 200 years
I know you haven’t, but perhaps Stella still has weight in the universe
The true damage of the years is not in the appearance
But in the mind
It’s nice to hope that I’m not so alone
I see visions now, of both past and future
Both scare me, but what truly scares me is
Do you suffer how I suffer?
The thought of being alone forever
You not returning, either to home or your mind
I hope not, even I can barely handle it.
I return to the balcony
In time for the sun’s ascent
On a lighter not, how do you pass the time?
I use my magic to push the sun further
But the pain splits my head
Can you feel my pain?
Not allowing myself to collapse
I push farther, harder.
I can feel your boredom
No one is awake yet, save for a few guards
This is to my liking, for I want nopony to see my pain
Your mind pacing, thinking of the intricacies of our existence
My eyes squint, I push hard to stand
Push even harder to keep my eyes open
Thinking of why we exist, why we are powerful
Seeing the sun, I know I have succeeded,
Until tomorrow at least
We suffer in two hells
Yours of boredom
A hell that only allows thought and loneliness
Mine of pain
A hell that only allows grief and loneliness
Who truly suffers?

Rising the Sun (edited)

I lie awake, watching the sky
Hoping, nay, knowing you are doing the same
The children sleep, the students study
Readying for tomorrow’s sun
I watch the stars twinkle
Contrasting the night sky
My headache breaks through my defenses
Destroying my concentration
I grit my teeth through the pain
Though I feel bile coming up, I can’t abide to the stress
I leave the balcony to go to my room
Looking in the mirror, I see the impact of 200 years
The true damage of the years is not in the appearance
But in the mind
I see visions now, of both past and future
Both scare me, but what truly scares me is
The thought of being alone forever
You not returning, either to home or your mind
I return to the balcony
In time for the sun’s ascent
I use my magic to push the sun further
But the pain splits my head
Not allowing myself to collapse
I push farther, harder.
No one is awake yet, save for a few guards
This is to my liking, for I want nopony to see my pain
My eyes squint, I push hard to stand
Push even harder to keep my eyes open
Seeing the sun, I know I have succeeded,
Until tomorrow at least

“Sister, are you there?
How has time been for you?
Time has dragged on, slower every second for me
Have either of you maintained power?
I know you haven’t, but perhaps Stella still has weight in the universe
Do you suffer how I suffer?
I hope not, even I can barely handle it.
Can you feel my pain?
I can feel your boredom
Your mind pacing, thinking of the intricacies of our existence
Thinking of why we exist, why we are powerful
On a lighter not, how do you pass the time?
I can only rule and attempt to fill your space
Though someponies can’t love me as the loved you
(Lengthy pause)
I’m sorry I let you feel this way.
I know you’re still there and I shall wait for you.
(Short pause)
Sister, are you listening?
Sister?
(Pause)
It’s nice to hope that I’m not so alone”
We suffer in two hells
Yours of boredom
A hell that only allows thought and loneliness
Mine of pain
A hell that only allows grief and loneliness
Who truly suffers?

About Rising the Sun

About Rising the Sun
Excluding the last 6 lines, the first of every 3 lines is dialogue of Celestia’s, imagining she is talking with Luna, with the other two lines being an action of Celestia’s at a different time.
Example
Sister, are you there? ---- Dialogue of Celestia
I lie awake, watching the sky ---- Action of Celestia’s
Hoping, nay, knowing you are doing the same ---- Action of Celestia’s

The last 6 lines is Celestia wondering near the end of Luna’s punishment who she was really punishing.

This was my first really long poem, thought up in one of my many sleepless nights. Thank you for reading my greatest poem so far, inspired by the princesses of the sky.