Courtship in the Lunar Court

by Snow Quill

Draped in moonlight at first gaze,

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Oh dear journal one should think,
That I might already be in bed and deep asleep,
And while the siren call of my covers sound so sweet,
The events of this night I must first relieve.

For in past it was Celestia that I served,
But now to her sister I have been transferred.
A mare once Nightmare yet now reformed,
A long lost princess only one knew to mourn.

With her return and reinstatement,
Came many new faces and arrangements.
My exchange at least was not a trial,
For the night was already when I felt most alive.

Ah but now the story I should start,
Lest I ignore and near break my own heart.
For you see, beloved journal, my closest friend,
Tonight I met a stallion.

He was cast in moonlight while standing guard,
A stoic bat with shoulders broad.
His armor not like the gold that bore day’s might,
His features so strange yet befit one born from night.

With a coat of purple near midnight and mane obsidian,
I am shamed to say I near forgot my mission.
He seemed to have a good head at least,
For after my painfully silent approach he asked me to speak.

I curse my pale coat and hairs of silvery light,
For I’m sure my reddened cheeks were quite the sight.
Alas I had no time to entertain this coltish crush,
So I cleared my throat and asked to see her highness.

In greater detail I explained my presence,
Of a duty I undertook with great reverence.
To be at Luna’s beck and call,
I assured I would find no ask too tall.

The guard nodded with my words and turned to the door,
“My Princess, your new attendant has come to report.”
He nodded again at a quiet reply and stepped to the side.
“Her highness grants entry. Have a blessed night.”

Whatever stuttered reply that left my lips I can’t recall,
Only that my shyness made me stare intensely at the wall.
My hooves finally moved with great effort and swept me past,
As I walked into the chambers and greeted my new Princess.

Luna was a dear to serve and honestly quite sweet,
Yet on the guard out front my thoughts would not leave.
I suppose for now that I can only have faith,
That I may see him more and someday learn his name.

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