Precariously Placed Pony Poems Picturing Plenty of Pheelings

Something was wrong
Fluttershy could see the sun
It had been too long
She was supposed to be done

The cancer had won
The doctors wouldn't operate
She wasn't having any fun
Will Death not even cooperate?

Twilight was standing over her
Holding a bloody mass of flesh
Twilight had said it was the tumor
It was wrapped in her magical mesh

She was grateful to be alive
But she felt wronged
Twilight did something truly contrive
Her life had been prolonged

Now more than ever
She felt so out of breath
Twilight spoke and sounded so clever
Fluttershy only wished for death