I've decided to do some poetry, and if you want, you can suggest or request some Legendary pairings! This one is a free-form Deoxys/Mewtwo poem, something kinda short and sweet I wanted to try. Hope ya like it!

Stars

Stars….

My life seems to be full of them.

Stars – where I made my home on a lonely piece of rock for so long.
Stars – falling from their grasps like a teardrop to the Earth.
Stars – where my gaze goes to whenever I need guidance.

I was alone, though.

Pokemon that I was, I did not fit in on this planet.

Even after I was christened a Legendary, I was lonely here.

Nothing could describe how alienated I felt.

Ha, alien.
That's what I was.
A stranger.
An outsider.
A freak.

But, then again, so were you.

I know your story because they talk about it so often.
Like a cruel reminder of your past mistakes.
You….

Created by humans as a clone of Mew.
You've since strived to differentiate yourself from the pink feline.
You're still not trusted by the others.
They think that you weren't meant to be counted as a Legendary.

I say differently, though.

For one who is cast out from the others, you stand up for yourself.
Nobody can tell you otherwise, for your way is the right way in your eyes.
How anybody can see differently isn't clear to you.

I wish I was as determined and confident as you are.

But, you came to me that night.

Under the stars….

You sought for advice, under my stars.

Normally, that would make me angry.

But….
Not tonight.
I could let it slide….
Just this once.

You seemed contemplative, as if meditating on some important matter.
A life-and-death matter, or something.
I mean, it had to be if it made you look like that.

Either that, or it had to something to do with Mew, being a 'death' matter in that case.

And, I was right, in a way.

So, as we gazed up at the stars – my stars – you were silent for the longest time.
You've always been this quiet, but now it irked me.
After all, it wasn't that nice, calm, serene quiet.
In fact, it seemed kind of angry, to me.

Like a supernova.
An imploding star.
A black hole.

I sat there, silent.
Expecting the world to explode when you lost your temper.
Expecting to be hit with a wave of Psychic power.
Expecting to hear Mew's whines and moans in the distance.
Expecting…anything but what actually happened.

You turned to me – under my stars – with that look in your eyes.

I nearly fell over in shock at what I saw.

Those dark, obsidian eyes that always held such hatred and loathing –
Those pitch-black vacuums that seem to suck the life out of everything they land on –
Those nearly deadly glaring mysterious orbs filled with sinister thoughts –

They looked…troubled.

Mewtwo?
The ultimate man-made Pokemon?
The clone of the magnificent Mew?
Troubled?

That made me worry.

Me.
Voyager of the stars.
Stranger of the world.
Alien to everyone.
Worried.

The end of the universe as we know it must be close.

But, staring into those eyes, I saw things I've never seen before.
And yet, I've seen things that have always been there.
Kind of confusing, in a way.

Your eyes….

They look just like the night sky.

A black canvas with specks of light, like lighthouse beacons on a stormy night.

Like….

My stars.

It's amazing what can be said without words between two Pokemon.
How silence can be all you need to say.
Besides, I don't have a mouth to say it with, anyways.

I can't say how I think you are powerful –
How I think you are beyond intelligent –
How I think that nothing could ever stop you –
Or how I admire you for your rashness, your courage.

No.

I can't.

But I can sit here, under the stars, and just watch.
Silent.
Listening.
Open.

Under the stars.
Beside the fallen star.
Looking into the stars in your eyes.

Yes, stars….

My life seems to be full of them.