The Cough in Verse

The sharp unnerving giggle was shared twixt
But swiftly scuttled into silent stillness.
Then just as swift a moan held them transfixed.
They held their breathe and stared at silent stillness.

‘Tis oft’ said there’s no words worse than if only,
For it doth question everything; if only,
Ne’er ending spiral of one’s fears; if only,
Where dark fears are all that one hears; if only,

In their minds fear did slowly drip... drip... drip.
Down to insanity they did slip... slip... slip

A.J and Rarity both once more giggled,
‘Twas nothing they agreed, but their minds niggled.
One started but stopped, then the other tried.
They knew this silence they could not abide,
But every topic seemed unsuitable,
The silent dark’s rule undisputable.
‘Say something Appplejack.’ ‘Alright, say something.’
‘That’s not what I meant.’ ‘I know.’ ‘Then say something.’