And here we have another entry to Origins: The Legends.
This one's a little...different, to say the least. You'll understand in a minute.
Let's get started, shall we?
Wind is blowing in the flowers.
Water running in the creek.
Birds are singing in the air,
What is it that you seek?
Flowers grow within their soil,
Soil made from rocks and death.
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust.
Return to the ground,
If you must.
Darkness waits beneath the earth,
The earth consuming souls and birth.
Birth and death an endless cycle,
Cycles cruel and cold and listless.
Flowers grow from death and breaking,
Breaking away from their roots and growing.
Fire takes your life away,
Bit by bit, the flames will spread.
Life is like a flowing creek,
Twists and turns and heights and peaks,
What is it that you seek?
Birth, rebirth, and life itself,
Rising a like a newborn self,
Where does it start?
Death, decay, and rotting flesh,
Wilting like a can of mesh,
Where does it end?
Blood stains the flowers.
Petals stain the ground.
To the earth they must return,
And again, the dust they must become.
Do you hear the wind blowing?
Do you hear the flowers growing?
Do you hear the river flowing?
Do you hear the birds singing?
Death is not a fearsome thing,
Unless you shall allow it to be.
Coming close and watching you,
Soon enough, it shall claim you.
Cold and endless, through and through,
It is now the end for you.
Thus ends the ways of life and death,
For nothing can escape its end.
For some, the end is the beginning,
And for some, the beginning is the end.
Watch, make sure the door's not closing.
Seek, to find the answers within.
Knock, make sure the owner's staying.
Death's door doesn't always close.
Can you see?
Can you hear?
Can you escape your fate, oh Damned?
Damnation, Carnation, growing and flowing.
Life is walking,
Death comes knocking,
Cycles like a matching cartridge.
Restart, Begin,
Finish, The End.
Trading, staying, never breaking.
Cycles, Cycles, endless cycles.
Rise, and photosynthesize.
The little Pokémon slowly opened his eyes, wincing at the harsh sunlight.
The smell of flowers assaulted his nose, causing a shudder to run throughout his body.
It seemed...incredibly small.
Odd.
He tried to push himself up, but to no avail; his--apparently--stubby legs couldn't quite hold his weight yet.
However, along with that, pain flooded his entire body, and he collapsed again with a small moan.
He shook a little, previously unnoticed specks and chunks of dirt falling from his green...fur?
He sneezed a little.
Suddenly, a large white being descended in front of him, its golden hooves crunching on some of the flowers.
Flowers...
Flowers...
The Pokemon managed to lift his head, gazing upon the beast.
It gazed back, face nuetral and unchanging.
Silence reinged, until...
"Welcome back, Shaymin."
Okay, this is a really weird story, AmIRight?
Good, that's what I was going for.
Alright, now it's time for you to figure out what happened!
The 'poem' references...stuff.
The references, in a way, can be peiced together to find part of the hidden story. You may find most of it, but there may or may not a few peices missing that will be explained somewhere else.
Also, sorry if the formatting sucks, I don't usually do poetry.
Welp, guess that's it, then.Thanks for reading!