The Cough. A poem based off the story by Ebon Mane
Poem by TheStompyScamper

And in the darkness someone coughed.
The world around was bleak and bare,
The illness spread to every mare.
Not knowing what could be their fate,
Twilight’s horn did illuminate.
“Who was it?” Twilight asked,
“What’s it matter?” Said Rainbow fast.
The world around was bleak and bare,
The illness spread to here and there.
“The cough could mean our fears come true,”
“The illness spread to me, or you.”

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