April Anthology 2016: For Luna's Exile (MLP:FIM)

Did ever it come to pass that I wake

From in this cold and broken silver sphere,

And fall amid rejoicing stars to take

Ahold of worlds which circle, trembling, near—

Would you defeat and hinder me again?

Could ever you kill? Or would I dethrone?

Could you tame me? Join our old refrain?

Or would I ascend—but listless, and alone?

I’ve lost sight of who I am, and could be—

But know I would see you if I were free.