There once was a ball,
A big purple ball,
A big purple ball who hated it all.
She hated the trees,
and hated the breeze,
Hated all creatures and all of their fleas.
And so, she plotted:
Leave the world rotted,
One Tree destroyed would have her wound clotted.
Then came a team
Defying her dream.
With their "heroes' hearts," they made their own scheme.
It came to a fight
Between dark and light.
Neither could see how the other was right.
She'd been so alone;
Their friends were all stone:
Neither could ever the other disown.
She was no villain,
Merely a fill in
For all of the lost, all the broken within.
Her plan met an end
No bard would commend
When some young pokémon called her a friend.