Soliloquies of Equestrian Royaltyby Horsegirl123ChaptersThoughts of a NightmareThoughts of a GoddessThoughts of a CupidThoughts of a ChangelingThoughts of a FriendThoughts of a NightmareNight's cloak hides me from their sight As I escape from the piteous cries of ponies all around. Time stretches long in what is only a minute, And I know I will have to face my wrongs. But oh rejoice in the pleasure of the dark, For but a moment the world is united, To face a common enemy. Hark, the wind howls with the strength of a timber wolves' lungs, Racing through the trees so they may glimpse upon the beast that has brought the new world. But I run. If death prorogued, than I shall never repent my sins, for my quest is complete in the eyes of all but the shallow beings behind me. The icy pang of the breeze chills my bone, and I am naked in defense. My stars dance around me, sheltering my coat from some of its bite. For now there is peace, though no change to suggest. At this moment, a newborn would not know peace from disharmony. The goddess cries for me, weeping for my return, but alas, I am no longer here. By love who first did prompt me to act, but not for the witch that calls herself family. No, i shine brighter than thee, and if thou dost love, thou will surrender. But does she truly cry for me? No, she cries for what is no longer here. She cries for the past, and weeps for herself and her mistakes. She does not cry for me, but for what I should have been. Her sun no longer burns, and only a sensation in her breast is left aflame. By yonder blessed moon I find my way back, to the fortress of its mighty towers and stainless windows, shining down on the kingdom to see how she may shine ever brighter than anything else. Her time is ending; she shall fall to my horn and might. I swear by the constant moon that she will fall, and we will rejoice in the ever bounty riches of night's embrace. Ponies, ponies come to me so that we may rise above the pony who dost control us! Ponies! Embrace me and we shall lead new legacies to be woven. 'Ay, thou have retuned," she says, soft and quiet. Her head rests on her hooves as she laid stoically on a cushion. Oh how I wish those hooves to burst aflame so they may engulf her in her own heat! Does she not see what I see! 'Keep no peace in thy breast, for I am here for my throne. 'Nevermore shall they shun my night, nor sleep through my showers. The final dusk has set and the moon shall hang ever brilliant in its permanent canvas of ebony light.' 'Dearest one thou doesn't have the slightest clue of what thy want.' She said it as if she knew everything. And though I hate to admit it, She was right. But oh if she knew, everything would fall apart, so no, I keep this truth buried. 'I know that your frowning day serves no purpose more than to guide the drunk home from a brawl. Your light brings stress and the commitments that are put off for the peaceful night.' 'I shall not fight you. I love you sister Luna. Thy nighttime eternal shall damn us all to a devastating fate, so listen to reason or thy shall be shunned and guilted for the remainder of thou's everlasting lifetime.' Her eyes pleaded for something that twas no longer present anywhere but in a deep corner that not even Harmony could reach at the moment. 'I am not thy Luna anymore! For this eternal night I shall be Nightmare Moon! Goddess of the darkness and shadows!' 'Thou are not thyself, and I plead for the return of the pony I love dearly. Release her thou sorceresses of lies and evil!' 'Thy head will bleed at my hooves, nay, shall crumble! Turn and draw Celestia of days!' 'So be it,' she said, hanging her head low to the marble. So weak, so pathetic. But then a burning light grew and I knew this battle was not over. To describe it would be tiresome, for all foals know the ending. I knew not of how my story would be told, and in truth I barely remember it. The sweeter rest was hers for that night, but oh how I shall haunt her. The next morning the sun shot hues of pink across the eastern clouds and watched from above as my ponies rejoiced for the day, and it crippled my heart for good. Five hundred years since I had lain with a lover, one to hold me tight and worship me as a god. I have forgot his name and all the woe it used to carry in it. And although he hath wounded me, I bear no hatred. Celestia bears the brunt of my anger, soaking in her sun as she does the love of our ponies. To love my sister was no longer optional, her having betrayed me the moment she grasped the limelight in her eyes steering the light ever in her favor. I'll tell thee my intercession steads my foe for the light has been taken and I am to be shrouded in the very dark i brought about. Irony is a funny thing. The black eye of the white wench hath forever shielded me away from what is hers, and I lay locked in the mass I just wanted more to admire. I keep time, distance, all that my matter in my return if I am ever to break away. Four hundred years past, and thous lullabies hath reached my ears, and I part of me yearns for more, but I shun thy songs for they are wretched. Such is the weight of thy heavy crown that I hope thou succumb to the darkness And turn against thy ponies as they believed I hath done. Live with burden upon they soul, for thou hath made me my Nightmare. There is a reason the moon holds an easy glare, for I shall return, and thou shall thank me for lifting the burden of life from thou. Thoughts of a GoddessTwo sisters alike in dignity, or so it seemed. Destined to be together until the end of time. But the path diverges one day, and she leaves me. She leaves me all alone. Do with her absence bury my grace, She steals away my heart, sealing it within her Somewhere. I know she is still in there waiting for me to save her And yet I cannot. The quarrel is between me and her, therefore no other knows my pain. I ache for her to touch her ivory horn to mine as if we were children again, sending secret messages through the interaction. So childish, so naive, And I miss it more than I can express. Rebellious nobles, enemies striking my kingdom. Spring forth my duties day by day, do they not hear my cries of sorrow? As I raise the the moon I teeter on pain of torture. Glare back at me, I see thee, but thou must forgive me. The morrow cannot approach these eyes soon enough, for at least I can set thee to rest from my vision. I know thy do not weep for me, but I weep for thou. I didn't mean to sister, but as a wise ruler, I must. Where art thou Luna, why must you hid behind your pseudonym? Allow me to wake from your Nightmare, allow yourself to greet the dawn on your own hooves. An hour before the worshipped sun, come to me and be tamed. The harmony is gone, it is evident. My tears the only steady part of my life. Tears augment the freshly dewed grass as I pace my lowered dusk. Some nights I steel into the covet of woods, resting in our old abode, Memories seducing me to meet thou in my dreams. 'Does she still do that?' I wonder. Can she still do that? The fun we would have, oh but not at the time. I would wake furious from her intolerable pranks of my dreamscape, for she had pursued her humor, not mine. Love is smoke, for we see what we can before it is gone. If that is the case, I wish that fire could burn for eternity. Tell me in sadness, why it is I still hold on to love for her? Sadly tell me why! Saddest of all is that others do not miss their princess as I do. They think to be ruled by me, forget to think of her. Her darkness clouding their minds as it did hers. I would call her exquisite, but they say a witch. If I could take the night, oh how I would with speed! To see precious treasure of a twinkle in her eye would be worth it. Years pass with the 'advice' to take on my roll as Queen of Equestria, but thou cannot teach me to forget what I used to live for. But Luna is bound as well as I am. She to the moon as I am to my duties. When she turned down my suit it broke me, And she made the choice her own. I must be the hopeful pony on Earth as she broods in space. To see her hanging up there is devastating, as if I hadn't expressed that already. The sun is starting to tire me, and I wonder how much longer I'll last without her. I just miss her so. My weakness is showing in my tired eyes. my fur and mane dwindling to a sad grey. The shimmer of my magic is gone without her. I'm lost, so lost without her. I need love, friendship, guidance. I just need somepony to go through all of this with. The sun reflects light, hope, and happiness. Goddess of the sun should reflect the same, but instead it brings only sour taste to my throat. Do not kneel to me, For I am not who I seem. My life only maintains the falsehood pressured onto me by the nobles who control my political reign. Thus none is fair in my kingdom's law, but I have no control. My will is broken, as is my spirit. Tears turn to fires that cannot be doused I shall not have any rejoice in my splendor as long as I rule alone. One fire burns while another one flickers, and I extinguish all with the greatest flame of all. But my flame is a curse, cast upon me by the responsibilities thrust upon myself by royalty past. Someone release me from this unholy cycle of life! The sun will rise without me, I will find a way, just as the moon rises without Luna. My light burned bright back then, but as all it has burned out. Why mother, why art thou mad? Why have thou forsaken me with such heartache that I cannot rest without tears and pain? Why have thou cursed us to a life of tragedy? Art thou testing me? Let me fail thy test so I may be alone! I can no longer beckon one with untainted eye, for to all I am the elegant goddess, but please allow me to be a pony. Allow me to frolic in the fields with my departed sister in the years that have passed far too many. Lullay moon princess, be in peace in thy prison. For I have sealed thee to think, and broken my mind in the process. But I know it shall be worth while, for one day, another will harness our Harmony, And Discord, nor Windigoes nor King Sombra himself will keep him or her down. They will reflect our friendship, our loyalty to Equestria, my generosity, your laughter, My honesty, and your kindness. They will have our combined magic, And maybe one day they shall rule beside us, for if they succeed, I would be forever in their debt, for they would have retuned thee to me. They will free thee, and we shall be together for eternity, As we were made to be. Thoughts of a CupidControlling love should be a gift in its own, A power so great should be earned, but I was a lucky one, and was born with said strength. Time brings knowledge, but I wish that advice could have come sooner, for I curse myself every morning when I wake for the mistakes I have made, and for the lives I have ruined. I was not born with these wings, but none must know that, nor was I blessed by Celestia for a power that would guide Equestria for years to come. No, I was a pony who wanted to be a princess, and had a gift needed. I am baffled as to why I was made to be this. Celestia was just paranoid I suppose. But enough of this time to air, I shall tell all. Sombra appeared from the depths of hell, driven by pure evil, driven by love of the darkness. Worshipper of the Nightmare, worshipper of Discord, He was a pony that only a Princess could face. It was but an hour before the worship'd sun Peer'd forth the golden window of the east, But the sky was dark in our kingdom. The crystals loomed, black as our ruler's heart. I gazed from the window, swinging about my head, trying to locate a white cloud in the sea of grey that stretches from here to Canterlot. Where art my princesses? While our men were exchanging thrusts and blows against his crown, my mother was taken, brought with the other mares to his hooves for labor. I cry, and walk outside, a troubled mind driving me to walk abroad, my hooves falling steadily in pace atop the black crystal dust. Our tower is spreading darkness instead of light, and I spot what is too commonly seen in a world that used to reflect hope. Two ponies, sit alone, dank and depressed, adding to clouds more clouds with deep sighs and heavy heads hanging low. And there was a stir inside me, I wanted them to be happy. I wanted everypony to be happy. A tingling started in my horn, and with a zap, a small heart popped out. So close to sounding and discovery, I watched it fly to the sad ponies who hadn't yet dried their eyes. And it burst, the faint sparkles twinkling all around. I watched in awe as the ponies' eyes began to sparkle. Was it hope I saw? Or perhaps love for life. No matt'r the case, I could spread the sweet love to the air, and bring some light to our conquered home. I trotted forth, humming a tune my mother had sung, and I spread my love, and I spread my light. They glowed, they shined, they crystalized for but a moment before the darkness took them back. But they were there for a second. My friends were back for a moment. And then they arrived! The chains were broken and the black was to white, the ice opened, and the shadow was imprisoned. We were free! The ponies rejoiced, and I was lifted to the withers of my mother, And she kissed my cheek for we were together at last. They flew down, their wings battered and torn, blood flowing from the Moon's muzzle, but she still smiled somewhat still. The Sun beamed as per usual, with minor injuries to her porcelain face, but all seemed well. The crowd parted as they walked through, the Moon trailing the back, while the Sun princess strutted through the splitting crowd. But as my mother stepped into line for her to pass, she shook her head no. "Thy wish, your highness?" spoke my mother with voice quavering, as I stared in awe at our god. "Thy daughter for but a moment, if that is fine with thee," she said soft and steady. I jumped from my mother's back, and she watched me fall in pace with our rulers. I was between the sisters, taken to a special room. It was colorful; it made me feel happy. The Moon princess kept to the back, while the Sun paced around me. She told me that I had helped her defeat our king, And that she needed me to keep helping her for a little bit longer. She told me my cutiemark was very, very special, and I turned to see our crystal heart emblazoned on my flank. Many squeals later, she told me my destiny. I was to spread my gift so that Sombra may never return. And I accepted. I don't know why, I regret it every morning I wake. I just wanted to be a pretty pony princess I suppose. And a princess I emerged. The kingdom rejoiced, their eyes full of spirit and glee, Celebrations spanning morrow after morrow, For I was the savior to stay, they shan't ever be scared. But all is not great when the party ends. I watched my mother whither and die, my friends pass, and the princesses' became my only family. Thus, I have lost myself to the mystery of life, or endless life. So much power, forcing the sparkle into a lover's eye for one he wish not to lay. But I knew not what to do, how was I to spread love? Love is but a smoke that cannot be caught, yet I was supposed to bottle it? Doth my mistakes added more grief to that I already kept. I suppose it was a right fair mark for me, but does not mean I agree with it. I hold Cupid's arrow, but I have no aim. I hath ruined many a life with my ill decisions, casting my spell throughout my acquired empire to bond my ponies together beneath our heart. But the sun has chosen foolishly, for I am more done than the moon. She is gone now, half my mentor, half my savior, And I would wish I could have given her some of my love, But she dies with beauty in her stone. One day I shall master my art, and one day I will ask the Sun to let me die, so my love can live on its own. The crystal heart will power itself, and my light will not be needed, and maybe one day I may dim. But I hath done what I was asked, and I became the princess I had wanted, and learned that being a princess is a foal's dream, but is a sentence to an eternity of failure and loneliness. My grasp of love weakens with each friend lost, and I feel the ice crack beneath my hooves with the rumble of a ruler long forgotten by text. But there is always one day that proves to be worth a life of pain. And that was the day my love was mirrored by my love, Shining Armor. Thoughts of a ChangelingWalk away bowed in shame to the home where no light shines, to the children hungry and cold, their brothers frozen in tow. Hark, the bells of celebration, for we have gone! Joy! Joy for the day in which the monsters hath been banished! We slink to our nest, the love drained from our stomachs. And for what do we owe such defeat? A pair of star-crossed lovers who's misadventures prove valiant enough to free their kind? Pitiful. But alas it twas their love that dost destroy our realm, and we must return to the scraps of love, found only in the heart that a squirrel has for his nut, or a bear has for her cub. A meager meal to say the most. A different tactic? Nay, that would prove futile. Taken Luna? But she proves far too strong. So I pick the new pink one, weak and innocent from recent transformation, her love giving her stature. All was so well, I had won! The maids were busy, the princess content, the groom under my control, but the purple one, so quickly moved to strike, that it caused her temporary downfall to the very caves. When I would walk, the ponies would admire the grace of my hooves, when I spoke, their ears perked, ready to please, and when I laughed, they laughed along, amused or not. I think that was what always kept me going through the invasions; knowing that I was loved, even if they only loved the body I wore. And all was still well, for the pests were exterminated and the others worshipped me. My power grew strong like the light of Celestia, and my children grew with the speed of a buffalo's anger. The spell was weakened, the shield being chipped away, but the closing of one door leads to the opening of another later down the aisle I should say. And though my identity revealed, my hoof was still strongest, and for a moment I ruled even Celestia. The ponies were trapped, their love filling my stomach and ego, but to which window I turn for one soft melodic verse, my plan crumbles as the pink reaches the groom, and their truth hath overruled any spell I conjure. So we land on our backs and return home. No respect for a dying race dost Celestia have. No care for the greatest masterminds, whom are stronger than she. But she made the simple choice to cast us out, make us enemies. We could help, we have a power like none other! To be any pony we want, for as long as we want. Who says thats such a bad thing? What says the royalty that such a power is evil? Where is my army? Ay they are within. An army, we would be so strong for them. Retire to my chambers, for I am the only one of privacy, and I stand before my glass, in a familiar shape of a green earth princess. Mane of teal and eyes of sun, her smile warms me still. And we chat of days gone by, though I talk only to myself. She twas my favorite, the way the laugh cascaded from my throat, and the genuine love her ponies gave me, though it washed away when they heard my hiss, and saw the jagged horn erupt from my skull. Sometimes I play that it never happened. Sometimes I pretend I never happened. That I stayed in her place, while she rotted in a far off land. I am no murderer. Why should I be? My sins suggest much, but I am not ready to leave; how long did I stay? Months? Years? It is all a blur as I stood in my case of green, flowers adorning my head and chest. But home is where you make it, isn't it? And the day where the green flames finally took me, and my children burst from their homes, the paint washing off their hides, we settled, and the Dream Valley became our Badlands, for none chose to stay with us, to convert to our being. Many of my children left that day, returning forever to their disguises, staying with the families they had made. Many tried, but were not reaccepted. Why do they fear us? They love us when we show we are ponies too, but when the shells are shown, there is no redemption? Sickening. Their love said like an honest gentlemen, but yet they were ostracized for my mistakes as queen, and I was sorry that they were not well. Heaven has never smiled upon me, but hell has beckoned for my unholy acts against nature and way. I cannot help if we be hungry for the lust two share. We cannot help but feed off the lovers who sneak between the buildings, their hooves swiftly prancing as they share kisses in the snow. Rarely a changeling will refuse to eat, too sickened by his nature. They will become the pony of a dream, and love a mare, but starve to death, for he refuses to use her. I am blamed, I always am. But I did not create this race, I only maintain it. For violent delights only have violent ends, and my race withers under the light of the princess'. Kingdoms are protected, ponies educated, and I am afraid most know the de-cloaking spell by now. We are dying, and no one cares. And as I watch the lovers sneak out at night, and the foals tucked in with a kiss, I look at that lovely princess I could have stayed as, and I weep in my privacy for the things I will never have. The truth is a painful thing, and though my babies may feel it, I hold in. There is a reason there is no king, a reason why we are hated. It is not our looks, it is not how we act, but who we are. And for the solid fact that no one loves a changeling. Thoughts of a FriendI stand over the plate of stone, the waves moisten the ground. Modest, just as she was the grey rivaling the gloom of the clouds hanging low in the sky. They seemed to always be there. The streak of color never soared, and the sky never beamed the same light that her smile brought. Garbs were shrouded in browns, the glint of jewel banned with her leaving. Too much fuss over something that happens everyday, though I suppose I only speak these words false for I have learned to cope with the truths of our world. Even Magic cannot save friendship. My mentor teaches me well, but I shall soon surpass, for her coat grays, and her endless time is coming to an end. The lovely blue madam still thrives, but with the Sun gone, the Moon is sure to dull. The past decades have been a downward spiral, the bad overshadows the good in any situation faced by more than a manticore's claw. The sound of metal on marble does none to clear my head, my hooves aching from the royal shoes that forever must adorn me feet. Sometimes I dream. I dream of poison; that may a servant slip me the vile and I lay for my conqueror for eternity, as Juliet did for her Romeo. But she did wake; I wish not to. I am a friend, a loyal pony, I am no ruler. Destiny shalt not be such a defining piece of rulership. My magic unparalleled but my happiness sucked away like those past. Why dost death leave me forever, sworn as my enemy and no longer on speaking terms. Death, come to me, reconcile with my soul, and forgive my sins, and maybe let me be free of the wings, and with my friends. I can see why I was picked, why anybody would be. Selfish. Selfish Celestia. She gave me her power so that I may rule for more eternities than ever imagined, and I loathe her for it. Forfeit thy power so I may rule? Despicable. Leave me to wither as I was meant to, give this right to a true ruler. Cadance, Luna, not a small town maid with none but her magic. Servants dare not look me in the eye in my travels as I trace my steps throughout the palace as I do in everyday trackings. If I may fall dead I shall be eternally grateful. Nothing to see, no words to speak, nothing that may satisfy. What I want is long and gone, but yet manifested in me, for the Elements found not new bearers. They are with me, but what is the point if I cant hear them? Cry and be punished, beg and be killed. State thy business and be gone, and then court is ceased, for I take no more of this madness. Save me someone from these chains that forever bound me to duty! Free my soul from the heavy guilt that shalt never be lifted. Free my mind from the faces of ponies past, whom should have left my thoughts eons ago. But alas, they were my first loves, and can not be soon forgotten. No matter how hard I try. I must go. I cannot stay for the torture of another sun's tug at my magic, for Celestia no longer controls this world. I knock at her chambers, and with slight creak of bones she answers. We say not words but say more with eyes, and she knows. She lets a tear slip but sips her tear quietly. I lay next to her for a while experiencing the first content in weeks. Peace, serenity, how life in Equestria is meant to be. Forgive me my teacher, I know why thou chose me. I was to be your savior, lift these bounds of duty from your weakened withers, lowering thou to the height of common pony. But I see the pain in thy eyes, and it strikes me cold. Thou knows it must be time to admit thy mistakes, for thy were created to rule, and rule thy must. Push not thou responsibilities onto thy student. Let me die, Celestia. Let me die. My magic flows, and my legs cripple, my flesh to what it should be after eons. My purple fades to grey as her grey beams to white. Her muscles grow, her regality emerging to its former glory. She stands above me. Her mane glows as mine limply hangs, the twinkle from my eye now in hers. It is a happy sight for one after, but now it is only reminder of countless mistakes and a life taken. I feel the moisture of her sorrows upon my dead body, for my soul is not quick to embark. "Thank thee Twilight" she says, "For I was wrong, but thou hast showed me the light." "Thou are free from my chains. I thank thee for being what I could not, for longer than any pony should ever have endeavored." My mind races away, up through the castle walls and into the cloudy sky, but my should breaks through, and is met by the uncloaked sunshine. I am transported, I cannot explain, but when I am conscience, I feel no feathers upon my back. I feel no taller than a pony. I look over the green hill, where the clouds were cleared in ten seconds flat, and I see a red and white pattern blanketing the top. Familiar colors grace the top, and I sprint in my new body to join what I have missed. It feels as though I am running on air, and as I progress, the world behind me fades to nothingness. I approach closer, and they turn to face me. Smiles on all, sandwiches in mouth. They stand at once and come to me, wrapping me in the warmness of their legs. "Welcome back Twilight," whispers one. "We missed you." It felt good to die. Author's Note not so much a soliloquy, but it was hard to write. hope you enjoyed!
Thoughts of a NightmareNight's cloak hides me from their sight As I escape from the piteous cries of ponies all around. Time stretches long in what is only a minute, And I know I will have to face my wrongs. But oh rejoice in the pleasure of the dark, For but a moment the world is united, To face a common enemy. Hark, the wind howls with the strength of a timber wolves' lungs, Racing through the trees so they may glimpse upon the beast that has brought the new world. But I run. If death prorogued, than I shall never repent my sins, for my quest is complete in the eyes of all but the shallow beings behind me. The icy pang of the breeze chills my bone, and I am naked in defense. My stars dance around me, sheltering my coat from some of its bite. For now there is peace, though no change to suggest. At this moment, a newborn would not know peace from disharmony. The goddess cries for me, weeping for my return, but alas, I am no longer here. By love who first did prompt me to act, but not for the witch that calls herself family. No, i shine brighter than thee, and if thou dost love, thou will surrender. But does she truly cry for me? No, she cries for what is no longer here. She cries for the past, and weeps for herself and her mistakes. She does not cry for me, but for what I should have been. Her sun no longer burns, and only a sensation in her breast is left aflame. By yonder blessed moon I find my way back, to the fortress of its mighty towers and stainless windows, shining down on the kingdom to see how she may shine ever brighter than anything else. Her time is ending; she shall fall to my horn and might. I swear by the constant moon that she will fall, and we will rejoice in the ever bounty riches of night's embrace. Ponies, ponies come to me so that we may rise above the pony who dost control us! Ponies! Embrace me and we shall lead new legacies to be woven. 'Ay, thou have retuned," she says, soft and quiet. Her head rests on her hooves as she laid stoically on a cushion. Oh how I wish those hooves to burst aflame so they may engulf her in her own heat! Does she not see what I see! 'Keep no peace in thy breast, for I am here for my throne. 'Nevermore shall they shun my night, nor sleep through my showers. The final dusk has set and the moon shall hang ever brilliant in its permanent canvas of ebony light.' 'Dearest one thou doesn't have the slightest clue of what thy want.' She said it as if she knew everything. And though I hate to admit it, She was right. But oh if she knew, everything would fall apart, so no, I keep this truth buried. 'I know that your frowning day serves no purpose more than to guide the drunk home from a brawl. Your light brings stress and the commitments that are put off for the peaceful night.' 'I shall not fight you. I love you sister Luna. Thy nighttime eternal shall damn us all to a devastating fate, so listen to reason or thy shall be shunned and guilted for the remainder of thou's everlasting lifetime.' Her eyes pleaded for something that twas no longer present anywhere but in a deep corner that not even Harmony could reach at the moment. 'I am not thy Luna anymore! For this eternal night I shall be Nightmare Moon! Goddess of the darkness and shadows!' 'Thou are not thyself, and I plead for the return of the pony I love dearly. Release her thou sorceresses of lies and evil!' 'Thy head will bleed at my hooves, nay, shall crumble! Turn and draw Celestia of days!' 'So be it,' she said, hanging her head low to the marble. So weak, so pathetic. But then a burning light grew and I knew this battle was not over. To describe it would be tiresome, for all foals know the ending. I knew not of how my story would be told, and in truth I barely remember it. The sweeter rest was hers for that night, but oh how I shall haunt her. The next morning the sun shot hues of pink across the eastern clouds and watched from above as my ponies rejoiced for the day, and it crippled my heart for good. Five hundred years since I had lain with a lover, one to hold me tight and worship me as a god. I have forgot his name and all the woe it used to carry in it. And although he hath wounded me, I bear no hatred. Celestia bears the brunt of my anger, soaking in her sun as she does the love of our ponies. To love my sister was no longer optional, her having betrayed me the moment she grasped the limelight in her eyes steering the light ever in her favor. I'll tell thee my intercession steads my foe for the light has been taken and I am to be shrouded in the very dark i brought about. Irony is a funny thing. The black eye of the white wench hath forever shielded me away from what is hers, and I lay locked in the mass I just wanted more to admire. I keep time, distance, all that my matter in my return if I am ever to break away. Four hundred years past, and thous lullabies hath reached my ears, and I part of me yearns for more, but I shun thy songs for they are wretched. Such is the weight of thy heavy crown that I hope thou succumb to the darkness And turn against thy ponies as they believed I hath done. Live with burden upon they soul, for thou hath made me my Nightmare. There is a reason the moon holds an easy glare, for I shall return, and thou shall thank me for lifting the burden of life from thou.
Thoughts of a GoddessTwo sisters alike in dignity, or so it seemed. Destined to be together until the end of time. But the path diverges one day, and she leaves me. She leaves me all alone. Do with her absence bury my grace, She steals away my heart, sealing it within her Somewhere. I know she is still in there waiting for me to save her And yet I cannot. The quarrel is between me and her, therefore no other knows my pain. I ache for her to touch her ivory horn to mine as if we were children again, sending secret messages through the interaction. So childish, so naive, And I miss it more than I can express. Rebellious nobles, enemies striking my kingdom. Spring forth my duties day by day, do they not hear my cries of sorrow? As I raise the the moon I teeter on pain of torture. Glare back at me, I see thee, but thou must forgive me. The morrow cannot approach these eyes soon enough, for at least I can set thee to rest from my vision. I know thy do not weep for me, but I weep for thou. I didn't mean to sister, but as a wise ruler, I must. Where art thou Luna, why must you hid behind your pseudonym? Allow me to wake from your Nightmare, allow yourself to greet the dawn on your own hooves. An hour before the worshipped sun, come to me and be tamed. The harmony is gone, it is evident. My tears the only steady part of my life. Tears augment the freshly dewed grass as I pace my lowered dusk. Some nights I steel into the covet of woods, resting in our old abode, Memories seducing me to meet thou in my dreams. 'Does she still do that?' I wonder. Can she still do that? The fun we would have, oh but not at the time. I would wake furious from her intolerable pranks of my dreamscape, for she had pursued her humor, not mine. Love is smoke, for we see what we can before it is gone. If that is the case, I wish that fire could burn for eternity. Tell me in sadness, why it is I still hold on to love for her? Sadly tell me why! Saddest of all is that others do not miss their princess as I do. They think to be ruled by me, forget to think of her. Her darkness clouding their minds as it did hers. I would call her exquisite, but they say a witch. If I could take the night, oh how I would with speed! To see precious treasure of a twinkle in her eye would be worth it. Years pass with the 'advice' to take on my roll as Queen of Equestria, but thou cannot teach me to forget what I used to live for. But Luna is bound as well as I am. She to the moon as I am to my duties. When she turned down my suit it broke me, And she made the choice her own. I must be the hopeful pony on Earth as she broods in space. To see her hanging up there is devastating, as if I hadn't expressed that already. The sun is starting to tire me, and I wonder how much longer I'll last without her. I just miss her so. My weakness is showing in my tired eyes. my fur and mane dwindling to a sad grey. The shimmer of my magic is gone without her. I'm lost, so lost without her. I need love, friendship, guidance. I just need somepony to go through all of this with. The sun reflects light, hope, and happiness. Goddess of the sun should reflect the same, but instead it brings only sour taste to my throat. Do not kneel to me, For I am not who I seem. My life only maintains the falsehood pressured onto me by the nobles who control my political reign. Thus none is fair in my kingdom's law, but I have no control. My will is broken, as is my spirit. Tears turn to fires that cannot be doused I shall not have any rejoice in my splendor as long as I rule alone. One fire burns while another one flickers, and I extinguish all with the greatest flame of all. But my flame is a curse, cast upon me by the responsibilities thrust upon myself by royalty past. Someone release me from this unholy cycle of life! The sun will rise without me, I will find a way, just as the moon rises without Luna. My light burned bright back then, but as all it has burned out. Why mother, why art thou mad? Why have thou forsaken me with such heartache that I cannot rest without tears and pain? Why have thou cursed us to a life of tragedy? Art thou testing me? Let me fail thy test so I may be alone! I can no longer beckon one with untainted eye, for to all I am the elegant goddess, but please allow me to be a pony. Allow me to frolic in the fields with my departed sister in the years that have passed far too many. Lullay moon princess, be in peace in thy prison. For I have sealed thee to think, and broken my mind in the process. But I know it shall be worth while, for one day, another will harness our Harmony, And Discord, nor Windigoes nor King Sombra himself will keep him or her down. They will reflect our friendship, our loyalty to Equestria, my generosity, your laughter, My honesty, and your kindness. They will have our combined magic, And maybe one day they shall rule beside us, for if they succeed, I would be forever in their debt, for they would have retuned thee to me. They will free thee, and we shall be together for eternity, As we were made to be.
Thoughts of a CupidControlling love should be a gift in its own, A power so great should be earned, but I was a lucky one, and was born with said strength. Time brings knowledge, but I wish that advice could have come sooner, for I curse myself every morning when I wake for the mistakes I have made, and for the lives I have ruined. I was not born with these wings, but none must know that, nor was I blessed by Celestia for a power that would guide Equestria for years to come. No, I was a pony who wanted to be a princess, and had a gift needed. I am baffled as to why I was made to be this. Celestia was just paranoid I suppose. But enough of this time to air, I shall tell all. Sombra appeared from the depths of hell, driven by pure evil, driven by love of the darkness. Worshipper of the Nightmare, worshipper of Discord, He was a pony that only a Princess could face. It was but an hour before the worship'd sun Peer'd forth the golden window of the east, But the sky was dark in our kingdom. The crystals loomed, black as our ruler's heart. I gazed from the window, swinging about my head, trying to locate a white cloud in the sea of grey that stretches from here to Canterlot. Where art my princesses? While our men were exchanging thrusts and blows against his crown, my mother was taken, brought with the other mares to his hooves for labor. I cry, and walk outside, a troubled mind driving me to walk abroad, my hooves falling steadily in pace atop the black crystal dust. Our tower is spreading darkness instead of light, and I spot what is too commonly seen in a world that used to reflect hope. Two ponies, sit alone, dank and depressed, adding to clouds more clouds with deep sighs and heavy heads hanging low. And there was a stir inside me, I wanted them to be happy. I wanted everypony to be happy. A tingling started in my horn, and with a zap, a small heart popped out. So close to sounding and discovery, I watched it fly to the sad ponies who hadn't yet dried their eyes. And it burst, the faint sparkles twinkling all around. I watched in awe as the ponies' eyes began to sparkle. Was it hope I saw? Or perhaps love for life. No matt'r the case, I could spread the sweet love to the air, and bring some light to our conquered home. I trotted forth, humming a tune my mother had sung, and I spread my love, and I spread my light. They glowed, they shined, they crystalized for but a moment before the darkness took them back. But they were there for a second. My friends were back for a moment. And then they arrived! The chains were broken and the black was to white, the ice opened, and the shadow was imprisoned. We were free! The ponies rejoiced, and I was lifted to the withers of my mother, And she kissed my cheek for we were together at last. They flew down, their wings battered and torn, blood flowing from the Moon's muzzle, but she still smiled somewhat still. The Sun beamed as per usual, with minor injuries to her porcelain face, but all seemed well. The crowd parted as they walked through, the Moon trailing the back, while the Sun princess strutted through the splitting crowd. But as my mother stepped into line for her to pass, she shook her head no. "Thy wish, your highness?" spoke my mother with voice quavering, as I stared in awe at our god. "Thy daughter for but a moment, if that is fine with thee," she said soft and steady. I jumped from my mother's back, and she watched me fall in pace with our rulers. I was between the sisters, taken to a special room. It was colorful; it made me feel happy. The Moon princess kept to the back, while the Sun paced around me. She told me that I had helped her defeat our king, And that she needed me to keep helping her for a little bit longer. She told me my cutiemark was very, very special, and I turned to see our crystal heart emblazoned on my flank. Many squeals later, she told me my destiny. I was to spread my gift so that Sombra may never return. And I accepted. I don't know why, I regret it every morning I wake. I just wanted to be a pretty pony princess I suppose. And a princess I emerged. The kingdom rejoiced, their eyes full of spirit and glee, Celebrations spanning morrow after morrow, For I was the savior to stay, they shan't ever be scared. But all is not great when the party ends. I watched my mother whither and die, my friends pass, and the princesses' became my only family. Thus, I have lost myself to the mystery of life, or endless life. So much power, forcing the sparkle into a lover's eye for one he wish not to lay. But I knew not what to do, how was I to spread love? Love is but a smoke that cannot be caught, yet I was supposed to bottle it? Doth my mistakes added more grief to that I already kept. I suppose it was a right fair mark for me, but does not mean I agree with it. I hold Cupid's arrow, but I have no aim. I hath ruined many a life with my ill decisions, casting my spell throughout my acquired empire to bond my ponies together beneath our heart. But the sun has chosen foolishly, for I am more done than the moon. She is gone now, half my mentor, half my savior, And I would wish I could have given her some of my love, But she dies with beauty in her stone. One day I shall master my art, and one day I will ask the Sun to let me die, so my love can live on its own. The crystal heart will power itself, and my light will not be needed, and maybe one day I may dim. But I hath done what I was asked, and I became the princess I had wanted, and learned that being a princess is a foal's dream, but is a sentence to an eternity of failure and loneliness. My grasp of love weakens with each friend lost, and I feel the ice crack beneath my hooves with the rumble of a ruler long forgotten by text. But there is always one day that proves to be worth a life of pain. And that was the day my love was mirrored by my love, Shining Armor.
Thoughts of a ChangelingWalk away bowed in shame to the home where no light shines, to the children hungry and cold, their brothers frozen in tow. Hark, the bells of celebration, for we have gone! Joy! Joy for the day in which the monsters hath been banished! We slink to our nest, the love drained from our stomachs. And for what do we owe such defeat? A pair of star-crossed lovers who's misadventures prove valiant enough to free their kind? Pitiful. But alas it twas their love that dost destroy our realm, and we must return to the scraps of love, found only in the heart that a squirrel has for his nut, or a bear has for her cub. A meager meal to say the most. A different tactic? Nay, that would prove futile. Taken Luna? But she proves far too strong. So I pick the new pink one, weak and innocent from recent transformation, her love giving her stature. All was so well, I had won! The maids were busy, the princess content, the groom under my control, but the purple one, so quickly moved to strike, that it caused her temporary downfall to the very caves. When I would walk, the ponies would admire the grace of my hooves, when I spoke, their ears perked, ready to please, and when I laughed, they laughed along, amused or not. I think that was what always kept me going through the invasions; knowing that I was loved, even if they only loved the body I wore. And all was still well, for the pests were exterminated and the others worshipped me. My power grew strong like the light of Celestia, and my children grew with the speed of a buffalo's anger. The spell was weakened, the shield being chipped away, but the closing of one door leads to the opening of another later down the aisle I should say. And though my identity revealed, my hoof was still strongest, and for a moment I ruled even Celestia. The ponies were trapped, their love filling my stomach and ego, but to which window I turn for one soft melodic verse, my plan crumbles as the pink reaches the groom, and their truth hath overruled any spell I conjure. So we land on our backs and return home. No respect for a dying race dost Celestia have. No care for the greatest masterminds, whom are stronger than she. But she made the simple choice to cast us out, make us enemies. We could help, we have a power like none other! To be any pony we want, for as long as we want. Who says thats such a bad thing? What says the royalty that such a power is evil? Where is my army? Ay they are within. An army, we would be so strong for them. Retire to my chambers, for I am the only one of privacy, and I stand before my glass, in a familiar shape of a green earth princess. Mane of teal and eyes of sun, her smile warms me still. And we chat of days gone by, though I talk only to myself. She twas my favorite, the way the laugh cascaded from my throat, and the genuine love her ponies gave me, though it washed away when they heard my hiss, and saw the jagged horn erupt from my skull. Sometimes I play that it never happened. Sometimes I pretend I never happened. That I stayed in her place, while she rotted in a far off land. I am no murderer. Why should I be? My sins suggest much, but I am not ready to leave; how long did I stay? Months? Years? It is all a blur as I stood in my case of green, flowers adorning my head and chest. But home is where you make it, isn't it? And the day where the green flames finally took me, and my children burst from their homes, the paint washing off their hides, we settled, and the Dream Valley became our Badlands, for none chose to stay with us, to convert to our being. Many of my children left that day, returning forever to their disguises, staying with the families they had made. Many tried, but were not reaccepted. Why do they fear us? They love us when we show we are ponies too, but when the shells are shown, there is no redemption? Sickening. Their love said like an honest gentlemen, but yet they were ostracized for my mistakes as queen, and I was sorry that they were not well. Heaven has never smiled upon me, but hell has beckoned for my unholy acts against nature and way. I cannot help if we be hungry for the lust two share. We cannot help but feed off the lovers who sneak between the buildings, their hooves swiftly prancing as they share kisses in the snow. Rarely a changeling will refuse to eat, too sickened by his nature. They will become the pony of a dream, and love a mare, but starve to death, for he refuses to use her. I am blamed, I always am. But I did not create this race, I only maintain it. For violent delights only have violent ends, and my race withers under the light of the princess'. Kingdoms are protected, ponies educated, and I am afraid most know the de-cloaking spell by now. We are dying, and no one cares. And as I watch the lovers sneak out at night, and the foals tucked in with a kiss, I look at that lovely princess I could have stayed as, and I weep in my privacy for the things I will never have. The truth is a painful thing, and though my babies may feel it, I hold in. There is a reason there is no king, a reason why we are hated. It is not our looks, it is not how we act, but who we are. And for the solid fact that no one loves a changeling.
Thoughts of a FriendI stand over the plate of stone, the waves moisten the ground. Modest, just as she was the grey rivaling the gloom of the clouds hanging low in the sky. They seemed to always be there. The streak of color never soared, and the sky never beamed the same light that her smile brought. Garbs were shrouded in browns, the glint of jewel banned with her leaving. Too much fuss over something that happens everyday, though I suppose I only speak these words false for I have learned to cope with the truths of our world. Even Magic cannot save friendship. My mentor teaches me well, but I shall soon surpass, for her coat grays, and her endless time is coming to an end. The lovely blue madam still thrives, but with the Sun gone, the Moon is sure to dull. The past decades have been a downward spiral, the bad overshadows the good in any situation faced by more than a manticore's claw. The sound of metal on marble does none to clear my head, my hooves aching from the royal shoes that forever must adorn me feet. Sometimes I dream. I dream of poison; that may a servant slip me the vile and I lay for my conqueror for eternity, as Juliet did for her Romeo. But she did wake; I wish not to. I am a friend, a loyal pony, I am no ruler. Destiny shalt not be such a defining piece of rulership. My magic unparalleled but my happiness sucked away like those past. Why dost death leave me forever, sworn as my enemy and no longer on speaking terms. Death, come to me, reconcile with my soul, and forgive my sins, and maybe let me be free of the wings, and with my friends. I can see why I was picked, why anybody would be. Selfish. Selfish Celestia. She gave me her power so that I may rule for more eternities than ever imagined, and I loathe her for it. Forfeit thy power so I may rule? Despicable. Leave me to wither as I was meant to, give this right to a true ruler. Cadance, Luna, not a small town maid with none but her magic. Servants dare not look me in the eye in my travels as I trace my steps throughout the palace as I do in everyday trackings. If I may fall dead I shall be eternally grateful. Nothing to see, no words to speak, nothing that may satisfy. What I want is long and gone, but yet manifested in me, for the Elements found not new bearers. They are with me, but what is the point if I cant hear them? Cry and be punished, beg and be killed. State thy business and be gone, and then court is ceased, for I take no more of this madness. Save me someone from these chains that forever bound me to duty! Free my soul from the heavy guilt that shalt never be lifted. Free my mind from the faces of ponies past, whom should have left my thoughts eons ago. But alas, they were my first loves, and can not be soon forgotten. No matter how hard I try. I must go. I cannot stay for the torture of another sun's tug at my magic, for Celestia no longer controls this world. I knock at her chambers, and with slight creak of bones she answers. We say not words but say more with eyes, and she knows. She lets a tear slip but sips her tear quietly. I lay next to her for a while experiencing the first content in weeks. Peace, serenity, how life in Equestria is meant to be. Forgive me my teacher, I know why thou chose me. I was to be your savior, lift these bounds of duty from your weakened withers, lowering thou to the height of common pony. But I see the pain in thy eyes, and it strikes me cold. Thou knows it must be time to admit thy mistakes, for thy were created to rule, and rule thy must. Push not thou responsibilities onto thy student. Let me die, Celestia. Let me die. My magic flows, and my legs cripple, my flesh to what it should be after eons. My purple fades to grey as her grey beams to white. Her muscles grow, her regality emerging to its former glory. She stands above me. Her mane glows as mine limply hangs, the twinkle from my eye now in hers. It is a happy sight for one after, but now it is only reminder of countless mistakes and a life taken. I feel the moisture of her sorrows upon my dead body, for my soul is not quick to embark. "Thank thee Twilight" she says, "For I was wrong, but thou hast showed me the light." "Thou are free from my chains. I thank thee for being what I could not, for longer than any pony should ever have endeavored." My mind races away, up through the castle walls and into the cloudy sky, but my should breaks through, and is met by the uncloaked sunshine. I am transported, I cannot explain, but when I am conscience, I feel no feathers upon my back. I feel no taller than a pony. I look over the green hill, where the clouds were cleared in ten seconds flat, and I see a red and white pattern blanketing the top. Familiar colors grace the top, and I sprint in my new body to join what I have missed. It feels as though I am running on air, and as I progress, the world behind me fades to nothingness. I approach closer, and they turn to face me. Smiles on all, sandwiches in mouth. They stand at once and come to me, wrapping me in the warmness of their legs. "Welcome back Twilight," whispers one. "We missed you." It felt good to die. Author's Note not so much a soliloquy, but it was hard to write. hope you enjoyed!
