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Once the Dawn has gone to rest,
The night comes out at her behest.
Diamonds fill the sable sky,
Telling Her story in empyreal high.
Behold she, the Matron of Night,
The stars and moon her birthright.
They adorn her as an ethereal gown,
Atop which rests her ebon crown.
Dark mistress, Maiden of the Moon,
Brings her parody of high noon.
Silver orb, full and round,
Illuminates the sleeping ground.
Lady of Dreams, Nyx Hypnos;
She sates those who feel morose.
Helping them with all she knows,
Guiding them to sweet repose.
Caring for her subjects in a dream.
Flying along a faint moonbeam,
Noting all that she can glean.
She walks among the void unseen,
On eastern sky breaks the dawn,
Lady Luna takes to flight.
The day may be Celestia's,
But to her belongs the night.
The night comes out at her behest.
Diamonds fill the sable sky,
Telling Her story in empyreal high.
Behold she, the Matron of Night,
The stars and moon her birthright.
They adorn her as an ethereal gown,
Atop which rests her ebon crown.
Dark mistress, Maiden of the Moon,
Brings her parody of high noon.
Silver orb, full and round,
Illuminates the sleeping ground.
Lady of Dreams, Nyx Hypnos;
She sates those who feel morose.
Helping them with all she knows,
Guiding them to sweet repose.
Caring for her subjects in a dream.
Flying along a faint moonbeam,
Noting all that she can glean.
She walks among the void unseen,
On eastern sky breaks the dawn,
Lady Luna takes to flight.
The day may be Celestia's,
But to her belongs the night.
A poem dedicated to our Princess of the Night. One for Celestia possibly forthcoming.
© 2014 - 2024 Thunessey
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This feels... a little disjointed to me. The combination of rough meter, dense vocabulary, and short, rhyming lines is a little distracting. Crowded. Like each line has very little room to breathe.
Perhaps that's alright for a Celestia piece, but the Night is subtler than that. She fills the space between spaces, the long and winding path between tomorrow and eternity. The Sun is a clamor of drums and trumpets, drowning out the darkness with bombast and fury. The Moon is a soft voice raised in the stillness, piercing it utterly.
There should be much of silence and darkness in a hymn to Luna, that each star might be more clearly heard.
Perhaps that's alright for a Celestia piece, but the Night is subtler than that. She fills the space between spaces, the long and winding path between tomorrow and eternity. The Sun is a clamor of drums and trumpets, drowning out the darkness with bombast and fury. The Moon is a soft voice raised in the stillness, piercing it utterly.
There should be much of silence and darkness in a hymn to Luna, that each star might be more clearly heard.