A/N: hey this is DLN here, this is an idea I have had brewing for a little bit. The collection of poems titled "Poems to the Moon" is a go along with this. Just so you know this will be in journal format. Well… enjoy.

7/14/1015

Well the war has ended. We lost. My name is Knight Bard; I served Nightmare Moon during the war, although if you are reading this then you will know me by a different name. The Black Bard, they called me, it was said my magic would destroy the land just by my walking upon it. I must admit my magic was strong but, that strong, no, no, I am weak, she needed me, she called out to me, and what did I do… I ran, I ran from the one I loved, because the night that once embraced us had died, it just took me too long to see that I guess. I hope she doesn't hate me, I can only hope she won't see me as a coward, as a monster.

You know it is said that we were only pardoned by Celestia because it was thought that we were under the influence of "black magic", unfortunately though for me the Princess is far too smart to think that. You see black magic will only make you do what you want to do. In other words, if you didn't want to do something, black magic will only make you go so far.

As for my crimes against Ponydom, I have been locked away in my manor here in trottingham, where, according to Celestia, I will remain till the end of time; only once every five years will I be allowed to walk among my fellow ponies.

8/14/1015

One month it has been, and already I feel my mind slipping; I have started to write poetry to take my mind off of this hellish punishment.

I have come to the conclusion that it is in fact impossible for me to die. You see for three weeks I have jumped from the top of the fourth floor to the bottom of the first, only to awake in my bed the next morning. I shall see to what extent this goes later, for now I feel the need to eat.

The next five years seem to be the same as the last, him attempting to kill himself with poisons, and magic to no avail, so I shall just skip to the time of his first walk among the public.

7/10/1020

Oh my, I must say I have had so much fun today. You see the Princess upheld her word, and let me roam the streets, although many of the ponies I saw avoided me, sadly I fear I will be remembered only for my acts during the war, though if that is all I shall be remembered for than I believe I shall live up to this, this, title they have given me. Yes, yes, that's it. In five years' time I shall make sure they never forget, the Black Bard…

I shuttered to think that I once fought side by side with such a pony, although I also fear that I am the cause of this state of madness. I can only hope that he will hurt nopony.

7/19/1020

Yes, I am now up to a hundred poems in my book, I must say I have quite the talent for this.

Over the past nine days I have started to think, this world, this "perfect world" the Princess so desires must come at a cost, and this cost will be paid in the blood of the very ponies that shun me, yes, I have decided that upon my next release I shall bathe in blood.

I am sorry for the sloppy writing my head has not felt quite right since my last attempt to take my life, it seems that no matter what I do I just cannot escape from this hellish nightmare, but to what end might I come, one might ask, for next we meet, I shall be reborn in the blood of the innocent.

But then what is innocents, is it that fleeting thought of one's own contion trying to say you have wronged no one by your actions, or perhaps the one who is truly innocent is the one who has not yet found there true calling, maybe, just maybe, we all lose our innocents after we gain knowlge of the true world.

Then again I must be mad to think that this will ever see the light of day… no not the light of day, the day is evil, the light of the Moon, yes, that's it, the light of our Moon.

But rely I must get going, you see there is just so much to do, and only five years to do it. I fear I will not have much time to waste on hopes and dreams, as children do, for five years' time, this world shall be MINE.

As she stared at the journal of one of her most trusted friends, Luna felt sick to her stomach, for surly she had not created a killer.

A/n: yay, this is the first chapter, yes I know it is riddled with grammar mistakes, this is on purpose, for Black Bard is going mad, that and he doesn't feel that anyone would read his journal , and why bother fixing something that will never see the light of day. Anyway tell next time, have a good life.