DISCLAIMER: Anyone other then the creators of Pokemon do not own Pokemon.

This is the second, revised version of Final Flame... I COULD have kept it like it was... But when I took it out for a read, I was completely disatisfied with it and so I rewrote it. Why? Because I got a way lot more reviews for this then I probably deserved, and this may make it 'more deserving' a read.

So read on, hopefully review, and of course, enjoy.


Final Flame


Mama...

They say that when my flame stops- I die.

They say that when my flame stops- I turn to ash.

They say that when my flame stops- I am no more.

They say that when my flame stops- my life is gone forever.

Is that true... Mama?

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'Cause You See...

My flame is very weak now,

It barely gives off light.

It's flickering, it's dying...

Just like me, Mama...

Right?

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These thoughts are so very scary...

So grown up and so hard to understand.

This world is so complicated Mama,

So very wrong and cold and harsh.

And even though I'm very young and don't know much at all...

I think this thing called life is very overrated.

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You see, life's been hard since you passed on,

Since you're up there and I'm down here.

Winter was too cold this year, without you to warm me up.

This year I've been so hungry, without you to teach me how to hunt.

Though it was very hard Mama, I struggled on and tried my best…

But in this world… my simple best was just not good enough and so I lie here dying.

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There's no one here to save me Mama, there's no one here to care.

The other Pokemon are too vicious, whenever I go meet them- they just want to fight.

The humans are too greedy, the catch and they kill us- they don't treat us with respect.

You told me once that there were Gods, Mama, who ruled with justice and love in this cruel world.

But whenever I called to Mew, whenever I called to them when I was in great deep trouble...

Well, I'm getting very doubtful, because they never seem to hear.

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I want to say, "I'm Sorry" Mama,

For every wrong I've done.

Because I must have done something bad…

To end up all like this.

But now I know, since I must grow up,

That my "Sorry's" just don't cut it.

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I see that now my eyes are glazing over,

I'm clutching at my life.

These must be my final moments,

My short life's flashing past me.

Someone should've taught me how to die, Mama,

'Cause I wanna do it properly.

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Now here comes my final breath Mama,

Here comes my final heartbeat, here comes my final flame.

I can almost feel it flickering, I can almost see it disappear.

And now I really know Mama,

That when my flame stops...

I die.