The Cough in Verse

Poor Rainbow did not sing, she merely watched,
Preparing for the deed that can’t be botched.
The cloth o’er Fluttershy’s eyes had grown moist
And grew more so as her last wish, she voiced.

‘When you can, bury me beneath a tree.
There’s many in the forest Everfree.
But any tree... wild... free is good for me.
For you know well, I’ve longed to be a tree,
And now; in death, I’ll get my dream; be happy.
But ‘fore the deed is done and I go... ‘sleepy’...
Let me just say to everyone, I’m sorry,
And hopefully you will remember me,
And come and visit me when I am a tree...
Now Rainbow Dash; strike fast and do your dee-!’

TWACK! Twilight cut the light but ‘twas too late
To spare the sight of Fluttershy’s sad fate.

CRACK! Nor did darkness spare them from the sound
Of muscular hooves on flesh, pound by pound.
The horrifying sound made worse by laughter
And sudden screaming when hit by warm splatter.
The laboured breathing signified the end.
As did the strong scent, of their former friend.