Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Pokemon, Nintendo or anything related.
Author's Note: This is a poem about Suicune. I kind of thought about how a legendary Pokemon feels, being chased by trainers all the time. I refer to Suicune as a "she", so don't be offended or anything...I just think it flows better than "it"...
Weary Serenade
by Shadowed_Sheikah
The mournful cry pierces the air
Sad and low, a serenade
To all the vast and distanced days
A blue glow
Solid moonlight gliding on the gentle breeze
Suicune
Her sigh is contrite
For she through the night
Slumber never
Weary she is
For being spotted could be danger
For one who is always fleeting
Even legends can grow tired...
Trainer seek her, near and far
A rare trophy
A powerful winner
She pants and lolls upon the blades of grass
They say I am truly free...
How can this be freedom if I am always chased?
How I wish to be like the water I cleanse!
Free and flowing...
A sigh of a weary deity
She lays down, a tired symbol
Of the legends...
Her fleet, tired paws collapse on the cool ground
She curls up, wavy purple mane flowing in the breeze
And sleeps...
For tomorrow the hunt begins again
Author's Note: This is a poem about Suicune. I kind of thought about how a legendary Pokemon feels, being chased by trainers all the time. I refer to Suicune as a "she", so don't be offended or anything...I just think it flows better than "it"...
Weary Serenade
by Shadowed_Sheikah
The mournful cry pierces the air
Sad and low, a serenade
To all the vast and distanced days
A blue glow
Solid moonlight gliding on the gentle breeze
Suicune
Her sigh is contrite
For she through the night
Slumber never
Weary she is
For being spotted could be danger
For one who is always fleeting
Even legends can grow tired...
Trainer seek her, near and far
A rare trophy
A powerful winner
She pants and lolls upon the blades of grass
They say I am truly free...
How can this be freedom if I am always chased?
How I wish to be like the water I cleanse!
Free and flowing...
A sigh of a weary deity
She lays down, a tired symbol
Of the legends...
Her fleet, tired paws collapse on the cool ground
She curls up, wavy purple mane flowing in the breeze
And sleeps...
For tomorrow the hunt begins again