This is just a one-shot to unclog my writer's block

This is just a one-shot to unclog my writer's block. Enjoy the angst of it all. I don't own Pokemon. I pwn Pokemon! I'm so not funny. (leaves)

The sky today

The speckled gray

The misty rain

Falling like Ash

Who fell in his fight

His last fight

For the worlds fate

The Chosen One

Taking his stand

Standing within the strife

Taking the blow

Giving his life

The hero dies young

They always do

His sacrifice

How did he choose

With life to live for

He did what was right

Sparing us all

He breathed his last breath

And departed this life

His time was up all too soon

Ashton Ketchum

Our savior, the chosen one

Father, husband, son

A true Pokemon master

Misty wiped off her eyes, the words of her eulogy repeating in her mind like a mantra. She kneeled before his grave, and whispered one last thing before she stood up and left with the others.

"Don't worry, Ash." She consoled, her eyes watering, "May's a good girl. She'll be a good mother," She stared at the sky, "Better then I'd ever be"

Not my best work, but it's fine. I bet you didn't see the advanceshipping coming! Read and review!