My First MLP Poem - Need Help w/ The Title!

[Heartprint 33]

Hello everypony! I recently wrote my first MLP: FIM poem, and I need help with the title...It's themed around Celestia's grief and sorrow at losing Luna to Nightmare Moon (overdone, I know, but still one of the most emotionally moving aspects of the show). I'm also hoping that some talented musician(s) out there may want to turn it into a song. Enjoy, and let me know what you think!

 

The beginning rays of Sunlight,

bright golden streaks of warmth,

extending from the edge of sight

to hail daybreak coming forth,

were once my worthy, sacred guide

to garner adulation, far and wide…

but now I long to be untied

from the crown by which my Fate abides.

The dignity in Duty

and the honor of demands

has diminished since you taught me

what it costs to be so grand...

and now the gleaming glow of Dawn

feels undeserved, the grandeur gone;

it soothes me not to seem so strong

while you suffer where you don’t belong.

 

And with all the glory of the Morning

comes an apathy that dulls the Day,

but with the solemn hush of Nighttime’s sky

comes the groan of guilt I can’t allay...

the sweetest mercy of the Sunrise

can not save me from your Moon-stuck eyes;

they fall upon me in the Twilight,

such a terrible and rich surprise.

 

Entrapped within your Midnight

and punished for your pride,

your pale, anguished, frozen face

engraves the fault into my mind…

and I would sacrifice all shred of Light

and forsake my Magic’s moving might

to redeem my long-lost sister’s right

to extol the splendor of the Night…

But I’m trapped within Life’s verity,

born from my selfish, sightless Soul;

as dour decades amble by,

my hollow Heart can’t be consoled.

And I curse my Destiny to reign,

obligated to my subjects’ gain;

resenting when the whole world deigned

to adore my sister’s dark domain.

 

And with all the glory of the Morning

comes an apathy that dulls the Day,

but with the solemn hush of Nighttime’s sky

comes the groan of guilt I can’t allay...

the sweetest mercy of the Sunrise

can not save me from your Moon-stuck eyes;

they fall upon me in the Twilight,

such a terrible and rich surprise.

[Regal Shadow 825]

Cool. Wish I could write like you. You're amazing!