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999 Years - Celestia SideA crowd has gathered for the procession,
A clock erected for all to witness,
All eyes focused on the podium,
At this hour, I mark one year less.

Just yesterday, mere fillies were she and I,
Basking in the glory of creation,
To her, dominion of the evening nigh,
to me, the rule of Sol/sole domination.

In her heart grew the seed of jealousy,
And a rebellion was instigated,
As her form was changed to one of Night Mare
Threatening to engulf in Equestria.

But my strength was not broken, resisting
Her attacks, eventually defeating
Her, but force cannot overcome feeling,
The hatred from defeat still reeling

Whilst restricting her to

Mare of MisrulePrincess for a Day starring those magical ponies from Friendship is Magic

"How are those cupcakes coming along, Pinkie?" Twilight poked her head into Sugarcube Corner from the street.

Pinkie Pie was puffing as she carried out a tray of cupcakes and placed them on a bench to cool. She wiped her forehead. "They're almost finished, Twilight! This was the last batch… phew! I'm a pooped little Pinkie!"

"Augh!" muttered Spike, his little purple scaly head appearing under Twilight's. "How in Equestria did everything get so messy in here, Pinkie Pie?"

The inside of the bakery was a scene of confectionary cataclysm. Multi-coloured frosting co

Jenny's Lovers Jenny is a girl

Who fell in love

Twice

Her first love was there first

He was cold and harsh

Just like ice

Jenny was in love

Her first love knew her pain

Jenny's second love came next

He smiled

Was warm and sweet

Jenny's second love loathes her first love

With passion burning hot

Her First love is indifferen

Luna's Socks - Part 2Luna's Socks Part 2 starring Twilight Sparkle and the Princesses Celestia and Luna

It took Twilight forever to fall asleep, the incident playing over and over in her head, the same mixture of sensations and frustrations just memories now but nevertheless still raw and sensitive. But at last she fell into a fitful sleep, hot and uncomfortable but empty of dreams...

....until she awoke to the sound of the windows clattering open and the rustling of the curtains against the drapery of her bed.

She drew her head slowly out from under the covers to see that the whole room was lit up by silver-blue light pouring in from the now open window. The

Common Sky - Part 1"Ah'm tellin' you, you're makin' it way too pretty. It's all form and no function."
"Oh, please darling. If she's going to be out there all alone, then the least I can do is make sure she looks fabulous! What if she were to meet some nice fellow along the way, hmm? She'd look dreadful without proper fashionable winter attire."
"Ah don't think it's that kinda trip, sugarcube. She's goin' up int'the mountains, not lookin' to chat up some sophisticated pony in th'big city. She's gonna need lots'a pouches t'carry all 'er stuff, you ain't got a single pouch or even a small pocket on that thing. Where's she gonna fit her telescope or her food?"

Luna's Socks - Part 1Luna's Socks - Part 1 starring Twilight Sparkle and the Princesses Celestia and Luna

"It's absolutely wonderful to have you back home, my faithful student," Princess Celestia said to Twilight as she walked with her along the corridor that would lead to the East Wing of Canterlot Castle where the guest rooms were. "I've missed you terribly, you know."

Twilight suppressed a squeal of delight. The Princess had missed her? Oh, the things she wanted to say in reply – but all she could was blush crimson and whisper, in a voice embarrassingly heavy with emotion: "I've missed you too, Princess…"

"It's such a shame that you can't stay in

Without Title 5Wolfish eyes, human cries, bloody demise.

Throttling BackTime travel doesn't look like anything – no machine, no Anti-Smash lights, no slow descent through space and time and stars watching the planets rush by – only a distant squeak of fingernails on a chalkboard or rusted hinges as the memories come flooding back. Each memory is tied to a sensation, an emotion, be it the sight of a faded photograph or that salty twinge associated with Play-Doh; I remember being six and watching my father unlace his boots, stamping out the salt from the sole before storing them near the radiator to drive away the cold toes of the next morning. The image is tied so strongly to a sense of hero-worship that

Conservation of MassThey do not remember anything of the before-time. There is nothing but the objectives their makers set before them, and their objective now is to love. To love each other, and the planet left in their care. They spend long years guarding over the humans, helping them seed the fields and harvest during the proper moon cycle and counting the minutes the fish had to be left in the fire before it would be safe to eat. Together they rebuilt the world – he cleaned away the piles of atomic dust and she sliced gigantic chunks of twisted metal apart to be re-used on their reborn planet.

The dust clears, slowly. Sprigs of green begin to sprout, t

Grey and BrownI once knew a boy with heterochromia. The prick of intelligence in his one grey eye was sharp as a needle and made the dirt brown one look that much duller in comparison. With one eye he would gain your trust and with the other stab you in the back. The grey eye swirled like a thunderstorm in its socket and the chocolate brown was calm and steady, observing the world almost with a distant warmth. The effect on his entire face was disconcerting; seeing the two images juxtaposed against each other was surreal and uncanny. It sent chills up and down my spine every time he set his gaze upon me – first as though I were an old friend, then as

FreeTouching the sky, then the concrete.

BulimicThin,
Like razorblades and credit cards,
Heavy eyes, she's all I see-
I'd love it if she'd crawl my way,
And take a hold of me.
(She is my perfect poison,
Her breath laced with the cure,
And the less I want her,
Well, I just need her more)
I get hooked on the sugar,
That drips through teeth and lips-
No, I don't know your name, but I,
I'd love to take a trip.
(Within my veins, her venom wains,
I start to sweat and shake,
The need, the nails, to break the skin,
I wither in her embrace)
Clotted beads drip from my throat,
She whispers in my ear-
"I'll take you to hell, and further still,
But you'll die

Going UpShe hated and loved Wednesdays. Hated, because of Chemistry. Loved, because of Literature. Going to Lit. gave her a reason to crawl out of bed each morning. More importantly, it was an incentive to get through Chemistry with all her digits intact. It didn't matter in the slightest as today was Thursday, but she hadn't remembered that when packing her satchel this morning. The too-heavy Chemistry book was just another reason to hate the course. She sighed heavily and pressed the elevator button again.

"It won't come just because you keep pressing the button," Professor Bradley sounded amused.

"No," she stifled the urge to yawn. "But I'll fee

JulietDarling,
You never were my Juliet.

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999 Years - Luna Side

by ~iristrismegistus, Jul 1, 2011, 7:22:46 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Silence. I am all alone in this lair,
Screaming at the uncaring darkness
Of my solitude, an imprisoned mare
At this hour, I mark one year less.

My elder sister always had her way,
Her arrogance dictated ambition
Every living thing was under her sway
Relegating my regal position.

But over time I developed with care
An inner, darker magic, the one spell,
That makes my form change to one of Night Mare
Complete, Make myself my sister's equal.

But Celestia is a cunning creature
My resort to brute force was no avail
But, even in this prison of dull feature
My resolve to defeat her will prevail

Looking at the mirrors that surround me,
I pondered on that earlier memory,
A time of innocence, subservience
All behind me, in this true deviance.

Seeing through the mirrors of this prison
A gaze upon Equestria's races
My own, Hidden, ideal panopticon
As I dote over my future subjects.

Regret choice of action ? I keep thinking,
Looking at mirrors, secretly plotting,
For an hour, then, ever year repeating,
A return to sleep, blissful dreaming.

The darkness grows as I close my eyes,
I will triumph, over my sister's lies.

999 Years - Luna Sideby ~iristrismegistus

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

First out of two poems I did for a poetry bundle on Equestria Daily.

(Longer description coming later)

~BloodyFatalis Aug 25, 2012

These poems are bo-

~JirachiMuffinChurro Jul 1, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

let me get this straight, in season 1 episode 2, Celestia banished her sister to the moon for 1000 years and made Luna apologize? Nice poem btw

~BloodyFatalis Aug 25, 2012

every story has multiple sides, all biased...

~D4ftP0ny Nov 12, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

I like this very much; this sounds like something Nightmare Moon would carve on the wall of her prison. ^-^

I've been pondering the implications of what happened between Celestia and Luna after Luna returns to her normal self, and I go into it in a fic I'm writing currently- it's hard to imagine, especially because I don't see Celestia as the bad guy. I think they would both feel horrible about the past, maybe Luna most of all... but I think Celestia would wish she could have handled things differently.

~ardashir Jul 30, 2011

This sounds so very like Luna-as-Nightmare-Moon it's chilling. There's not enough good poetry in fan work; thank you for sharing this.

~iristrismegistus Jul 30, 2011

Thank you for the comment.

I admit that I have more poetry I'll have to upload, eventually.

~xanderfox Jul 1, 2011

the only real question, do you feel this is truth or just what Luna/Nightmare Moon believes?

~iristrismegistus Jul 1, 2011

Its mostly what Luna believes, but there is a tinge of truth here and there. Celestia has often been called 'Trollestia', and she's 'slightly' responsible for her sister's transformation.

~xanderfox Jul 1, 2011

Well I do feel the Trollesta stuff is a little over played. I see Celestia as a Chess Master type who simply refuses to sacrifice any "pawns", expect in the case were she fully informs them what's really going on and they agree to do it. But that said Luna wasn't in her right mind once she transformed, so she couldn't see her sister's actions for what they where.

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