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!
