He spreads his invisible wings and takes to the skies,

The tears of agony that he never sheds cries.

All he wants is to be left alone,

Yet wherever he goes, he's looked up at as a clone.

He's more then a creature of strife,

Because he bleeds which everything does in life.

The wind whips through his beautiful white fur,

His heart beats with a silent unheard purr.

The darkness engulfs his careless flight,

While sorrow blurs his unseeing sight.

Memories once lost and never forgotten in his mind,

He skips the quiet beat of life which twists and whines.

Time is only a thin line of string,

Never ends and it shall never ring.

The moon is high while the sun low,

With his haunting scream that only echoes.


Guess who this Pokemon is!!