The day I first was crowned, I sang a song,
A cry of joy, and wonder, and surprise,
And Pinkie Pie ran parties all night long;
We sang and danced and drank until sunrise.
It was a joyful time, that much was true,
And never would I cast doubt on that fact.
Yet still I wonder how I had no clue
That all would end, and perfect world be cracked.
If I had known back then, would I have laughed?
Would I have sung in joy? Would I have played?
Or would I turn and run, and with spellcraft
Attempt to unmake wings that I had made?
        It matters not “what if”. What’s done is done.
        ‘Tis easier to see in morning sun.



‘Tis easier to see in morning sun
Mistakes we make in darkness of the night.
‘Tis harder, then, to fix what we have done:
We must act fast if we’re to make things right.
And if we stumble in the dark and fall,
And cannot by ourselves stand up again,
Then it seems clear that we must learn to crawl
And keep on moving: just ignore the pain.
Of course it hurts to leave the past behind,
But pain will not stop Time’s demanding march.
Unless we learn to crawl, we soon will find
That we’ll be left, and in our pain be parched.
        One day this pain will stop; I’ll leave these tombs.
        Is it not said that Time will heal all wounds?



Is it not said that Time will heal all wounds?
Will not the march of time cure any ill?
I do so hope that Time will not exhume
Those friends I’ve lost

Lost

Please

Why them?

They’re still so young.

Why can’t you bring them back to me?

No

NO

Stop, please

I do not want to think about this pain

This loss

This grief



Why me?

Why couldn’t [i]I[/i] join them?

I tried to sink into the ocean, where my breath would be pulled from my body by the weight of all the water. I would rather die at sea than let my subjects watch their Princess fall

Fall

[i]Please[/i]

I want to fall

I want to die

I am alone

Forever

Always

Why?



I am alone

Forever, always.

Why? Why can I not just see them once again? Why can’t I find some spell, some magic I could use to bring them back, and end this pain of loneliness, this curse of ageless life, this unforgiving, brutal march of Time that takes from us the things we value most and [i]never gives them back[/i]

These friends of mine

My Fluttershy is gone

My Applejack is gone

My Rarity,

My Pinkie Pie,

My Rainbow Dash,

My [i]Spike[/i]

I would go back and save them all from Time

If only I knew how



I just

Please

Bring them back to me

I don’t know what to do

Why me?

Why me? I don’t know what to do. Why [i]me[/i]?

[i]Why me[/i]? Why must I live? Why must they die? 



I need to join my friends.

That’s all I want: to see them one last time, to pray and beg and plead for them to take me, too, for I have lived too many years and now, at last, I’ll sleep.

But rest is earned, not owed. Time will not give to me the rest I crave unless I keep
On crawling. Now I know what must be done
To see my friends: I need to smile and give,
Be honest, brave and kind to everyone.
I do still wish that they could truly live,
        But how could I have known it would go wrong
        The day I first was crowned?

                                                   I sang a song.