Contemplations

Ah good, that message to Celestia is sent.
Surely she will be interested, on how last night was spent.
I caught a surprisingly fulfilling sleep;
Along with that lie-in I promised myself.
Perhaps I was sleeping a little too deep?
After all, I didn't hear a peep.

She still hasn't woken up...
I sent Spike to get her a breakfast though;
Hopefully she will awake peacefully,
Not too abrupt,
At her change of scenery.

I poke my head around the door shyly;
She hasn't roused,
Not even slightly...
This is a little worrying...
Perhaps I should consult my books;
Get a second opinion perhaps?

When I reach the sitting-room, I ask Spike for a letter to take.
I ought to send one to my friends as well,
Describing the events of late.
Maybe when they see her in such a vulnerable state,
They will be convinced, that she isn't full of hate...

...

Oh dude, what's that? I'm in the middle of a nap!
It must be urgent, if it appears like that...
YIPPIE! Party invite?!
Oh, oh no... that's not fun at all...
Tragedy! I better get over there right away!
First I'll feed Angel, then I'll be on my way.

...

According to these books,
Ponies need a comfortable environment; carers to assist.
So would me watching over her be for the best;
Did I cause this?
No, I didn't, but I can't help but feel some blame,
A deep, tearing shard of pain;
Terrible shame.

There's no choice until Red Heart arrives;
I'll care for her,
Even if her initial response might not be entirely kind...
Hopefully her façade of overbearing spice,
Is a disguise for a mare who's quite nice.

I take a seat by her bed,
To find that her cover has been moved.
From a kicking leg, or a failing limb perhaps;
What if the situation, triggered a relapse?!
Whether my efforts are for naught, we will soon see,
As she opens an eye; looks straight at me.