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.

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.

"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."

She could see they were aggrieved,

The world's guardian did perceive,

Could not reject this quest received,

And so travelled overseas.

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?

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."

"You have bigger fish to fry,"

"Saw Eggman Nega in the sky."

"Be gone, this place is sanctified,"

"No closer, not another stride."

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.

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.

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.

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.

So with kingdom free, went off alone,

The world was again hers to roam.

Nega too, he would atone,

Her loneliness, she did bemoan.

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.

So to his fortress she departed,

Across the land a fire darted.

Would succeed or fall, martyred?

Another journey had been started.