The Cough in Verse

Her mind unable to forget her hooves,
Which she feared were now homicidal hooves.
What if the Cougher had coughed the first time
And Fluttershy died for another’s crime?
She grit her teeth at such a horrid thought,
Which tore through her mind like a juggernaunt.
Till with her mighty wings she rose aloft
And cried, ‘Who was it? Which of you just coughed?’
But in her haste she swept up Pinkie’s bag
Of flour, which caused them to cough and gag.

The room became cacophanous quite swift,
Where the room, like those twisted balloons - burst.
Each hoove that swung; each spell cast; grew their rift.
Each second past, replaced the last, as ‘worst’.

Coarse, laboured hooves entwined with manicured,
Whilst the air thundered with fierce raging wings.
Still the binds of their friendship fought; laboured
To help remind them how good friendship sings;
To reach their Element of Harmony
But such things rarely are heard in a fight,
Which feeds and grows great on disharmony;
Convincing everyone that they are right.
Through all the furious storm Pinkie sat,
Unseen; unmoving; one with the abyss.
Whilst all the others traded tit for tat
She listened to the Dark’s most blissful hiss.