The Reflecting Pool

And how did Princess Luna and Aeneas come to sit by a lake in the Everfree forest?

Of great wars

And battles do I tell.

Of a scale beyond reckoning

Even by hell.

Fierce fights that ensued,

From a fierce family feud,

Stained red the ground,

And with war trumpet’s sound,

Cracked the sky.

‘Fly, pegasi!’

Railed the Lunar general on high,

As they assaulted the phalanx, golden,

Of Celestia’s pride;

Her army, that of a goddess,

Was nevertheless not a match,

For one of equal worth,

Raised by one of equal birth,

Elector to province Lunar

Who was yet of greater wrath,

Who endeavored Equestria’s crown, perforce,

To snatch.

We all know how it ends, but not half how it goes,

For one thousand years, took it, to fully unfold.

‘Bold sister, who grows every day in her pride!’

‘Hail Luna! the crowd, in response, did cry!

Rail against corruption and intrigue did she,

Princess Luna, elector to Lunar,

But to her rebellion there was much more, you will see.

Flee did millions of stallions and mares,

From poverty and pestilence,

Born of Cestial court’s impudence,

Queen, crowned Princess Celetsia’s potence,

Justice, judge’s, and law’s impotence.

But envy is a mistress cold, and jealous Luna intended not to help

Mares, her minions. From a source more frozen, came her words so bold.

We all know how it ends, but not half how it goes,

For one thousand years, took it, to fully unfold.

Thank Jupiter and Jove that one man was there,

An English Professor, a man, alone in a Equestria

alone of all mares;

And from his own journal

His tale will be told