A Lesser Moon - Nightmare Moon poem by UF


                                            A Lesser Moon - Nightmare Moon poem by UF


                                            (04/04/2013)


                                            https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/9535801/#q9573264


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                                            Eclipsed am I by all thy feats, thy powers and thy plans.

                                            Appreciated thou must feel by all thine avid fans.

                                            Alone am I without due love, forgotten do I lie.

                                            Without a soul to stand with me and hear this angry cry.

                                            Yet what burns most is not thy mind, thy wonder or thy lure.

                                            Thou canst not see what makes them great nor makes them wholly pure.

                                            It is in fact thine body and all thine wondrous gifts possessed.

                                            Behind your back you hold a gem that surely must be blessed.

                                            Resentful, yes, I am of thou and of thy big, round tush.

                                            So when thou walks into a room thou brings a generous hush.

                                            And all their necks do turn and crane for but an eager glance,

                                            Thus for their fine approval thou adopts a lustful stance.

                                            Each step thou takes is fully meant to cause the flab to shake.

                                            Round and large and luscious, its surface ripples in thy wake.

                                            Yet let thy rump be plump for my revenge shall be more grand,

                                            For all thy past transgressions, thou shalt fall by mine own hand

                                            And every stallion, mare and foal will forget thy former charm

                                            Thy reign will have to fade and so must do so without qualm.

                                            And forgive me for this may just sound more than a little crass,

                                            But with thou gone and out of sight, they’ll worship mine own ass!