Seven Nights

by psp7master

Rating: teen
Tags: Random, Sad
Length: 2134

Are seven nights enough to forgive?

18+
[A work of poetry]

One thousand years - and seven nights.
Are they enough to cleanse the pain?
Are they enough to cure the blind?
Are they enough to fix dismay?

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-08-15 13:54:01 UTC

The Third Night

Excuse me, for I interfere.

Narrators aren't met with glee.

But while and if you are still here,

There are some things that you must see.

A castle; one of old designs.

Two royal sisters: Sun and Moon.

One destiny that's set aside

Because of fear of coming doom.

One punishment; way too severe

To bear. But that is not the case.

One thousand years, away from here.

The Moon, concealed in outer space.

But now the banishment is gone.

Two sisters, side by side, again.

...Some damage just can't be undone.

Or can it?.. So, another day

Has met its end. The Moon is high.

The royal chamber. Curtains closed.

Two sisters talk throughout the night.

Some truths await to be disclosed...

I'm sorry! Yes, you said that once.

Or maybe twice? Now let me think...

You've said it many, many times

And still- We're standing on a brink.

A brink? Of what? Of falling out.

Are we a couple? Please don't mock.

We're sisters. Oh, you said that loud!

As if I'm talking to a rock...

Oh, rocks. That I can understand.

A thousand years of rocks and dust.

I'm sorry, sister... Yes, I know.

Sand. Dust. Rocks. Craters. Dirt and rust.

Rust of my soul - and of my mind.

I'm sorry, Luna! Oh, that's new.

Please, sister, would you be so kind

As to just leave me. It's curfew.

There aren't any - any more.

Oh, you don't need them? Nor I did.

Not after banishing me or-

Stop, Luna. Your words hurt. Indeed.

What did you want from me? You see-

No, don't speak further. Not a word.

I'm back. I'm vigorous and free.

Free. Still, forsaken in your world.

What do you mean? I let us rule

Together, as was meant to be!

Why does it look like waving wool

To put on eyes of you and me?

That's your opinion. That's true.

You're blind of rage! I am tranquil.

Luna, just let me get to you

And heal your soul. It can't be healed.

Please, sister! Time to raise the Sun.

I will not leave. Then night will last

Forever. Look, what's done is done.

Don't cherish remnants of the past.

Eternal sigh. Eternal look

Of pain, and sorrow, and despair.

Attempts misused - the thieves that rook

One's soul. The soul beyond repair.

The Sixth Night

***Celestia? I hear you. Say,

Will you be free tonight? I will.

What plan is there to have been laid

For us? A secret. Oh, I feel

Excited. I feel happy, too,

For you are once again in cheer.

Don't mention it; just not so soon.

All right. You know, I'm always here

For you. I know. Just... No, not yet.***

The Sun is low, I'll raise the Moon.

And so she left. End your lament.

Will she be cured? Yes. Very soon.

The night's in bloom; and so is fun.

Two sisters laugh. Two sisters play.

One wound that just has been undone.

One thousand years, and no delays.

One smirk. One chuckle. Playful nudge.

One memory. One tear. One hug.

Embraces shared. Forgotten grudge.

Forgotten? Almost. One last tug -

And two will rule as one again.

Two gods. Two sisters: Sun and Moon.

I do not hinder or prevent

Reunion. It'll happen soon.

"This all is happening so fast!"

One fateful reader may point out.

Relationships are built to last.

So I can say, without a doubt,

That once the younger of two

Had seen the ponies who admired

Her work, and what she loved to do,

Their argument was set aside.

The wounds of mind don't heal so fast.

But, as I have already said,

Relationships are built to last.

It doesn't matter if you're mad,

Or angry; or you're lost in grief.

Those feelings will just fade away.

So, all in all, please do believe

Narrator's word. All right. ...The day-

Has just begun. What have I missed?

Whole night. And happiness. And fun.

I'm glad I wasn't on the list.

And why is that? ...My work is done.

The Fourth Night

Good evening, sister. It is night.

Good night then. I'm not off to sleep.

You're joking? Good. It's a delight.

To laugh is better than to weep.

Will you forgive me? Why you ask?

Have you forgiven? No. Not yet.

That means you will take off the mask

And let me help you? I'm still sad.

I know. And broken. Yes, that too.

I hate you, sister. Yes, I know.

This is a feeling you mistook

For hate. I am forlorn.

But not alone. How come? I'm here.

What a delight! I want to help.

Why do you always interfere

With my own contemplation? Well,

I am your sister. Really? Yes.

That was sarcasm. Luna, I know.

I'm struggling just to do my best

To make you see you're not alone.

I've always been. No, that's not true.

As far as I remember, yes.

Now, sister, leave. It is my room.

Please, Luna, if you just digest-

The facts that you misinterpret?

Your kingdom and eternal light?

The ponies that will bow and fret

Over Your Highness' delight?

The night has followers as well.

Oh, really? Go on, show me one.

Well, I can't show but I can tell-

The night is over. Raise your Sun.

The First Night

**One thousand years. One million lights.

The wind that's chilling to the bone.

One quarrel. Memory. Delight.

Alone. Alone. Alone. Alone.

The pain - forgotten and misshaped.

The laughter, vanishing in tears.

The pressure. Loss. Alluring gain.

Mislead and buried under fears.

One quarrel. One eternal night.

One scintillation of the stars.

The stars will aid the darkened mind.

But they will leave eternal scars.

The daylight - flickering and weak.

The trouble - hidden and adorned.

The throne won't open to the meek.

But only might will be adored.

Mistakes - there were too many, true.

Forgiveness - no, I didn't seek.

Respect? Love? When was it misused?

When I was angry; that meant weak.

Eternal night - one mare can dream...

Those dreams brought danger to our world!

Things aren't always as they seem.

No. Our opinions discord.

Of course. They always had - and will.

We differ. Differ way too much.

Yes, we are different, but still-

No 'stills'. We're different as such.

One thousand years. One million shades

Of pain, confusion and dismay.

Alone. Three hundred thousand days.

I tried to help! It was in vain.

I tried, you know! You didn't try.

I struggled! No, you know it well.

My hopes and dreams, my prayers, cries-

-Were useless. My defences fell.

Surrender. Loss. Misshaped again.

Forgiven. Banished. Punished. No.

Cut off the road to make your way

To power. ...Did I fall so low?

You did. One wish - one single dream...

You crushed it. Burned it with your Sun.

You found it dangerous, it seemed.

You punished me. What's done is done.

Eternal night - what would it bring?

Fear. Inspiration. Darkness. Muse.

Eternal loss. Eternal dream.

Eternal nightmare. Hope. Abuse.

Forsaken. Broken. So was I.

You had your kingdom. I had none.

I'm sorry, Luna... Every night...

Enough. Night's over. Raise your Sun.

Yes, I will leave. Then leave at once.**

But can I... Leave. Now. ...I will leave.

One sigh. One stomp. One solemn glance.

She left and closed the door in grief.

The Second Night

***Remember, Luna? All those days

When we were young and careless? Free

From all the hardships that were laid

Ahead of us? Do you agree

Those were the days? Those were indeed.

I'm reading. What? A book. I see.

Well, spare some time- What do you need?

Why be so rude? Why jump with glee?

They freed you. Did I want to? Yes.

Do you know better than I do?

No. I just took a random guess.

I hate them. ...And I love them too.

They freed me - and my honour died.

They freed me - and my power ceased.

They freed me - but, I will not lie,

I'd better be among deceased.

Free. Weak and haunted. And alone.

You weren't - I was at your side.

The mind that wanders, strays and roams

Does not succumb to outer might.

My might? I tried to give you love!

Your love was just too much to bear.

One glance. One black and broken dove...

Who fell in sadness and despair.

You were that dove? I was indeed.

Who was the hawk then? You should know.

You were the one- 'Twas not my deed.

...What? By no means I was alone.

Six ponies - valiant and brave.

I said I loved them. Hated, too.

When will you leave your darkened cave

And open- Open? But to whom?

To me. Why should I? I'm your kin.

Oh, such a good one! Please, don't mock.

Luna, our feelings are akin.

I doubt that. When I ran amok,

Where were you? I was at your side.

You fought me. You resisted. Yes.

But I surrendered, wept and cried.

What did you do? ...I did my best.

Your best? You pained me. Yes, I know.

I hurt. I know. I'm still in pain.

Luna, I- No. Just rise and go.

Go. Bring about your shining day.***

The Fifth Night

I interfere once more. Forgive

My interrupting but I must

Allow myself to share... to give

Some information. Luna's lust

For power was entirely true.

So was her sister's. Yet, I know

That, when the banishment was due,

Neither of them would fall so low

As to destroy their closest kin.

Still, hate was all that they could give.

The wounds were deep beneath their skin.

For hate is an eternal gift.

My role is simple, as it seems:

I try to bring you only truth.

Another night. The light is dim.

Same scene. And yes, same actors too.

Say, sister... Yes, I hear you well.

Would you accompany me, please?

Where to? For now, I cannot tell.

Come with me sister, I reprise.

Why should I? Just because I ask.

Oh, that's a reason I should heed.

Please, Luna, it's an easy task.

All right, but only if you need-

I need it. So, they rose and went

To where the castle is not seen,

To where reality is bent

In order to establish dreams.

The place to see, or, to observe;

The verb it takes its alias from.

The place where stars are being served

Through pipes of lead and gears of chrome.

What now? Just take a closer look.

At what? The window. Do remind:

Why should I? Have you just mistook

Me for a mare who- Change your mind,

For I have something you may like.

Now look. Well, sister, if you wish...

I beg. There's an unpleasant dike...

And trees... A square... No, not my dish.

Look closer. Where? The square. All right...

What is this?.. Ponies. So I see...

They are enjoying night. Your night.

They like my night?.. To what degree?

To the degree they stay awake

Instead of getting beauty's sleep.

To the degree they laugh and make

Each other happy. ...Do you weep?

I don't. But I can clearly see-

Leave me, Celestia. Begone.

Please, Luna, you can say to me-

Don't mind my crying. Raise the Sun.

The Seventh Night

***One thousand years. One million lights.

One shattered destiny. Restored

By you. No, that's not right.***

By us. Yes. I will not retort.

They want to see you. I don't know...

What's there to know? Just rise and go.

Or do you think they are too low

To meet Your Highness? No, no, no!

I'm kidding. Oh... I'm just not used

To laughter. But you like it? Yes.

I think... Oh, yes, if I just mused...

A-ha! I know the very best

Pink party pony who will teach

You to be happy once again.

Are such equines within our reach?

I'm here! Ah! So, just as I say...

This... is a pony... Yes, I am!

She just appeared from nowhere! No!

I just appeared from somewhere, ma'am!

It's Pinkie Pie. I think I know

Her. Don't remember why...

She saved you. Oh, did I? Oh, right!

That angry, bossy, always crying

And shouting Nightmare! Do you cry

Or do you now prefer to laugh?

I think that laughter's better. ...Say-

No, Pinkie. I think that's enough.

That's true. I've had a busy day.

And so she soldiered with a smile

Towards the ever-present crowd.

The ponies had arrived from miles

To see her, smile and greet aloud.

Wounds never change. But ponies do.

Some wounds don't heal, I won't pretend.

Some heal, with time. ...Same scene. Same room.

Same actors. Their last bow...

THE END