Weakness (a poem told from the fantasies of Mister Scott Tracy)

I am lying bare on a dry cracked ground

I am free of chains like a running hound

I am found by a kind queen of all alicorns

Her magic so soft, like silk of a horn

She loves me so much, she feeds me her milk

She used to have jewels, and now she feels like silk

A kiss on my skin all naked and bare,

And I know for sure she'll always be there

I grew up under her watchful eye,

I'd ride on her back as I whooped when she'd fly

She'd guide me through the wild untamed

And lead me back home after hours of play

A celestial body guarding my own

It's not my life, it's my real home

Full of rescues, my previous life would be

But Princess Celestia's right there for me.