The Cough in Verse

The silent dark broke when some pony coughed
And shattered their most fragile peace of mind.
They thought they were safe; then... some pony coughed.

‘Who coughed?’ asked Twilight, knowing she must find
‘Fore the foul infection spread to them all.

With a small spark, her horn, brought light to dark.
She shuddered at their sight; at their cruel fall;
At failures so stark they did brand their mark.
Through twitching eyes and lips she did repeat.
Dull, sunken eyes bereft of joy and hope
And all that was sweet, on her did entreat.
‘This blight is serious; not cleansed by soap...’,

Eyes jolted every which way but at her,
‘Don’t make me the bad guy; you know; like I;
This plague is contagious; it has no cure;
Once symptoms show; the bearer has to die;
And time is of the essence; time flies by-’

‘We get it Twilight... we all go bye bye.’
Then Pinkie started a dark lullaby,
Which did naught for their woe but amplify.