For Want of Cake
Luna walked through moonlit halls, a pleasant night indeed
Her work tonight had just begun, a peaceful one it seemed
There was one thing, however, that lay on her restless mind,
A want of cake, one slice or three, and old but true pastime
For Want of Cake and nothing more, did Luna on that night deplore.
For you see, dear listener, there’s something I must reveal,
Cake to princess is temptation beyond they can conceal
Such lust is unfathomable, a single desire insatiable
Once caught in its grip, a strangle hold unbreakable.
For Want of Cake and nothing more.
Because this reason, stear clear whenever possible
When in castles, for you will be responsible
Should you block the path of their want for cake
Such a grievous mistake for any pony to ever make.
But now back to dear Luna, the subject of this tale
With cake on her mind, she was hot on the trail.
With playful hops, her possum friend scurried close beside
Could he have his own piece too? Tiny eyes, they glistened wide
“Of course Tiberius, my faithful pet. Has this princess ever failed you yet?”
“Come with me and you shall see, I know just the place for us to be;
The royal kitchen, that's the key.”
Along they galloped with foalish glee, for the night, it was their own
How good it felt to be so free, a feeling rarely known.
Work was long, work was hard, a nightly guarantee,
The dreams of foals, under loving control
To set them of nightmares free.
When all work was done, across the sea, her sister's sun would rise
So bright, so grand, it bathed the land
Burning in the skies.
But such labor they put aside, had they not earned a break?
With marsupial, princess did confide, who listened wide awake
“Along to the kitchens we go, quickly, my faithful nocturnal sidekick,
For even the cooks left some time ago, what remains, we shall take our pick.”
Past winding corridor and lonely guard, they zipped throughout the castle
Was that the Princess? guard thought so hard. Their speed was something special
Beams of moonray filtered in, their fun was just beginning,
A sugar filled night was just the ticket,
More fun than patrolling midnight thicket.
Through kitchen doors their burst with a clatter,
No guard would check upon the matter
Against a hungry princess they would be no real match
For last, they tried only once before, armor left dented and scratched.
Her stomach craved for cake and frosting, a hunger that was simply exhausting
“Where are you my delicious pasties?” tongue panting out of mouth frothing
Foam dripped from mare’s lips, but she would have to come to grips
With the sad truth, revealed to her now, oh how did she have a cow
For Want of Cake and nothing more.
“What is this madness,” the famished Princess did decree,
Collapsing on a bended knee
For within the kitchen she found no cake
Who would commit such grievous mistake.
With such fruitless endeavor she plopped on the ground,
While curled at her knees wistful possum made no sound
“I’m sorry my dear,” she wiped away a single tear,
“But it seems there is no cake tonight for us here.”
Suddenly, from outside the kitchen there came a soft clatter
Loyal possum followed master to see what was the matter
And what did they see when they peeked ‘round the crook
Why it was Princess Celestia by the way things did look.
Seated before the long dining hall table,
Sat the princess of sun, subject of much fable
And in front of said mare, to Luna’s utter surprise
One real massive cake, three whole tiers high.
“What is this,” she asked in determined fascination,
Never before had she see such creation
Part chocolate, part velvet, part vanilla surprise,
Such beauty brought tears to the night mare’s eyes.
“Sister,” she cried, her heart leaping clear
Of fluttering chest, oh the poor dear
“What have you there, my sibling,” eyes locked on the decadence
A mountain of goodness, topped by trilayer elegance.
“Luna dear, what brings you here. Shouldn’t you be out working
The night is old, and very cold. From where have you been lurking?”
“Sister mine, that looks devine. From wherever is it from?”
Barely contained, Luna sustained but she was about to be overcome
By sheer willpower she held her ground, against the tremors and bounds
Of the cake, she did adore, her hooves becoming ever numb
For Want of Cake and nothing more, down to every last crumb.
Stepping forward, no more contained, she could not sustain
The desire that screamed within her brain
For Want of Cake and nothing more,
Only this did she deplore.
Stopped in track, she was pushed back, an unknown force in the way
Crafty spell, did stop her now, a shield was brought in play
Horn aglow did Celestia show, no sharing for her today
Luna fumed with voice aboom, how could she lead her astray.
“For what is this? How could you sis?
Are you not willing to share?”
Against the shield she scratched and scraped,
eyeing Tia with stunning glare
“I see it now, how it all went foul,
my one remiss that it came to this, such childish tricks do you use
Face me now, for I doth vow
A single slice on plate, for I shall take,
For Want of Cake and nothing more
Is all of you, that I deplore.”
“This is not yours Luna, tis but mine alone,
And tell me now, of this how,
you feel it to be your own?”
“Tis only fair,” she did declare, bawling against the shield
“For you to share, why cause this despair
I thought our bond was healed.”
A smile, with simple charm, did spread across Celestia’s face
“You do mistake, my sister, make. That simply isn’t the case
Cause had you looked behind, find, a just reward for nightly chase.”
Turning with sniffle, a shuffle, possum clinging to her back,
To her surprise on the other side, a sight to stop her in her tracks
On other end of dining table of such considerable length,
Renewing Luna’s lunar strength
A cake the same as sister’s own
To have looked around would have let her known
And now for her had sister shown.
Chair pulled up with plate beside
Beautiful cake that towered high
Luna paused with inward reflection
Of how lucky to have affection
From once so special to be called sister,
All those years how she had missed her
On the moon a thousand years
Always dwelling on her fears
Of the pain she had caused here
To the one she loved so dear.
Pulling possum around with girlish giggle
She presented the creature, his nose did wriggle
A slice so warm, coated in buttercream,
Owner watched how his eyes did gleam
“For you, Tibble, the biggest slice,
for you tonight have paid the price.
To see grovel upon the floor,
For Want of Cake, and nothing more.”
