The Cough in Verse

A.J then ruminated; clicked her tongue,

‘What happened to your sister?’ / ‘Don’t ask that.
Ask something else.’ / ‘How old was she?’ / ‘Too young.’
‘How did she -?’ / ‘I no longer want to chat.’
‘Do you know if my sister was with her?’
‘I’ve no idea; my memory’s a blur.’

Regret and guilt drew forth tears from A.J,
‘I should know, I’m her sister... I should know.
I failed her Rarity, I failed, I -’ / ‘Hey,
That’s quite enough of that. Just let it go.’
‘You can’t mean that -’ / ‘What do you think I mean?’

‘Poor Sweetie Belle, some pony has to grieve -’

‘I assure you, I grieve; I’m not obscene.
If I could, I would untangle this foul weave,
But I can’t Applejack! I simply can’t,
And I know if I think ‘bout it, I’ll die.
What’s keeping me alive; already scant,
And if I think of her, I’ll want to die.’

She pulled away from Applejack and sobbed.

‘I’m sorry Rarity, I did not think -’

‘That’s perfectly clear!’ Appplejack then sobbed,
‘I’m sorry Rarity, I did not think.’

The sobbing, was left bobbing, in the dark.
What had happened to their sisters? What dark paths
Befell these Crusaders of Cutie Mark?

So in the dark their minds took different paths.
A.J’s went crusading with Applebloom,
Whilst Rarity’s tried it’s best, not to move.
In their own ways both paths led them to gloom.
Both hoping soon that something would improve.