Cats, Mats, and Spats
Once upon a time there was a cat.
This feline king grew very fat.
Sat on a throne upon a mat.
Alongside walls with food dish splats.
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The cat invoked the people's ire,
To lose their king was their desire.
So they turned to one with strength of fire.
Told her how things they were so dire.
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"Please help us," they said to Blaze,
She could tell they were enraged.
"For his crimes our king must pay,"
"Go and put him in the grave."
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She could see they were aggrieved,
The world's guardian did perceive,
Could not reject this quest received,
And so travelled overseas.
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Marine, she did give her a ride,
But Blaze, she found could not confide,
Her unease concerning regicide,
This king, did he have to die?
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Too soon, she came before the throne,
Found the tyrant king alone.
Saw her and let out a groan,
"Away with you, this world go roam."
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"You have bigger fish to fry,"
"Saw Eggman Nega in the sky."
"Be gone, this place is sanctified,"
"No closer, not another stride."
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The king, Blaze found him most obscene,
But if Eggman Nega had been seen,
Should she depart, go like a dream?
But then she thought of friends like Cream.
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To this foe, they wouldn't turn their backs,
Would not give tyrants any slack.
So she went on the attack,
Now knew there was no going back.
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The king was strong but also slow,
Soon he had nowhere to go.
Some say they put on quite a show,
As the battle, it raged to and fro.
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But the king, he was usurped,
From his throne room forced to lurch.
Said he found forgiveness in a church,
The faith of Sol, Blaze found besmirched.
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So with kingdom free, went off alone,
The world was again hers to roam.
Nega too, he would atone,
Her loneliness, she did bemoan.
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But a guardian's work was never done,
Always, she would have to run.
For Eggman Nega she would gun.
Whether under moon or sun.
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So to his fortress she departed,
Across the land a fire darted.
Would succeed or fall, martyred?
Another journey had been started.
