In Memoriam R.D.

Inept and inexact are words,

Which, all throughout my life have been

My servant, I their master, when
I needed something to be heard

Or written. I have come to see

That flaky are these treasured things.

See, hollow sound around me rings:
Though I speak words to them; they, me;

I cannot process sounds, extract

Their meaning, speak, or comprehend.

Alas, my former stalwart friend
Has broken down our precious pact.

Through words my world was torn apart,

However; yea, through words was I

Inform'd my Rainbow Dash did die:
O pow'rful, terr'ble, wretched art!

At last, words can be wolves in sheep's

Skin; power, surely they possess.

Sometimes they help; sometimes, distress:
For now, words fail me, and I weep.