No · 2:47pm Oct 29th, 2018
Something was wrong
Fluttershy could see the sun
It had bee 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 be prolong
Now more then ever
She felt so out of breath
Twilight spoke and sounded so clever
Fluttershy only wished for death
This sounds amazing
Makes me wonder how many people weeve actual poetry into their narratives. I can imagine a good story from this.