In the Back of Her Mind

I Want to Visit Her Again

But the look in Luna's eyes say no.
We brush past each other in the hall,
eyes on each other, hers flickering
away. I grab her shoulder.

Are you okay?

She chuckles. More than ever. I can
hear the sarcasm, but also: the grief.
The fear. The mourning. The utter
insanity. My sister is losing her mind.

And There's Nothing I Can Do

To stop it. As if I could, as long as
Nightmare Moon is alive, as long
as she refuses to speak to me, or
Luna, or both.

All I Can Do is Sit

And watch. Watch as my sister's state
deteriorates, watch as she begins
to spiral down into a world
that she no longer fears.
She is dying.
Falling.

In That Instant

I'm reminded of what I did.

I see her not falling, but flying

yet not by her own force.

She is being propelled by the

Elements of Harmony. One

thousand years ago, and we

haven't moved on. We will be

okay, I promise myself that.