The Cough in Verse

‘My horn,’ moaned the dark, ‘My wings,’ it replied.
‘Don’t listen.’ Country said, as Glamour cried.

They would not have to listen to those sounds,
For they were soon replaced by far worse sounds.

‘This little pony went to market, - Twack!
This little pony stayed home, - Crack!
This little pony had roast beets - Crack!
This little pony had none - Twack!
These little ponies tiddle-iddle-ee - Thud! Crud!’

A.J and Rarity both held their breath,
As they both felt round blindly for the other.
The only thought on their minds now was death.
Then there was a cough followed by another.

There was a squelching, scampering sound then,
Reminding them of balloons being twisted.
Then Pinkie giggled counting down from ten,
An ominous sound that grew e’er more twisted.

Success! A.J and Rarity’s hooves met,

ONE! Rarity pierced the dark with her scream.

‘I’ll help you little shadow, do not fret,
Once you join the night, all will be a dream.’

‘She’s not sick Pinkie! Just leave her alone.’
A.J shoved Pinkie as the Darkness coughed.

‘Looks like this little pony’s all alone.’
Said Pinkie as again the Darkness coughed.

‘You’re the one whose sick Pinkie.’/ ‘Guess again.’
A.J swung blind hooves as the Darkness coughed.
Again; again; again; she swung again.
And tripped o’er Rarity’s form, which then... coughed.

‘I’m sorry Applejack,’ / ‘No... Rarity.’
‘Please Applejack kill me,’ / ‘No, Rarity.’

The violent contortions explode through her,
Blood, viscera and pus stained her white fur.

One gripped tight, ‘Rarity, I’m here; right here,
Ain’t goin anywhere... no fear.’ / ‘No fear?’
She spluttered out, ‘Believe it; honesty.’
‘Mmm Applejack, that's tasty boloney.’

They both shook as the next wave rolled through her
And like a sponge squeezed all of her from her...

‘Go into sweet Celestia’s embrace,
Feel warmth in her gaze; feel peace in her grace.’