A Bloodless Old Noun

by DEADACCOUNT-APOLOGIES

A tribute to all HM Slaves, past till future, and a middle finger to their trainers. Even slavedrivers can be slaves. But the cage isn't always on the outside... Written in the P.O.V. of the HM Slave. May potentially evoke drug-like sensations, but hey, that's poetry for ya.

ED-boi used one Masterball!

...

Oh, no! The Pokémon series broke free!

---

Ofttimes I wonder, was the world true a place?

I'm unsure, for in constant darkness, there bathes my face

But I'm called to break your barriers, them alone down

My own, we ignore- I'm but a bloodless old noun.

---

A tool that sits with the tens of Revives

Which, for my kin, can't restore the past lives

Though, while I linger in a container, a cage

At least I'm not captive to miserly rage.

---

Inside you is a tree I can't hope to slash

One love can't fly to, immune to its flash

Petrified rock, which you don't let me smash

Surfs on the waves, though soon it will crash

---

And I won't dive to reach it

Too low for the fit.

I was caught by your strength

But all strength has a length.

---

Except one with infinity, not found in brawn

You're dead to it, even worse than your pawn

Two slaves, I realise, but my two cages shall rust

And yours shall be strangled till you let it be dust.