https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=buifCKc9RNU (try listening to this while reading! XD )

So....I like Pokemon. So much so that I tried my hand at writing a ballad or something about the final battle in Gen 2

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He with Sixteen badges in hand,

The boy who traveled ‘cross the land,

Gyms defeated far and wide,

Testing strength that dwelled inside.

Though final challenges he’d faced,

He still must test in one more place.

To the mount of silver, the peak of snow,

Climb and climb, he must go.

The steps were steep, the snow was cold,

But he must find out who was so bold.

He found the champion was not he.

Atop Mount Silver, he would be.

The snow whipped and the cold stung,

But enough repels had he brung.

Atop the summit, his ultimate test,

To find out who’s the very best.

A boy in red awaited him,

One look, his chances seemed so grim.

He steeled his nerves, his heart apound,

His feet rooted to the snow topped ground.

A ball at his waist, he went and took,

The boy in red, he gave one look.

The challenge started, the final bout,

Arms threw their beasties out.

Thunder met fire, an invincible wall,

As Red sent Pikachu out of his ball.

The sky lit up with fire that night,

Pikachu had lost that fight.

Un deterred, with nerves of steel,

Undeterred, unwilling to deal.

A Snorlax next, Rest and Snore,

As Typhlosion hit the floor.

Five on five, the champion’s skill,

Would be tested, like his will.

Next a Gengar, eater of dreams,

It was defeated, as were it’s schemes.

The Champion sent out Wigglytuff.

A thunderous punch was enough.

Snorlax retreated, Snorlax fell,

Soon the Champ would go through hell.

Espeon played too rough,

Endured punched from Wigglytuff.

Three down, he started to sweat.

On his victory he’d not bet.

Red stared cool, an icy glare,

But a plan! Aha! there!

Victreebell came out next,

In his name was victory etched.

A dark hidden power unleashed a blow,

That felled that psychic, a crafty foe.

In and out did Victree weave,

But Charizard’s power was not believed.

Two orbs left within his grasp.

He’d need to act, or face Red’s wrath.

With a toss of a ball, Lanturn came,

To unleash it’s water across the flame.

Venasaur fought, made Lanturn faint,

On the ground the beastie laint.

One more left, one on two,

His face was warm, though ice wind blew.

With one last determined cry,

The champion let his last hope fly.

A flying type, A Pidgeot,

would decide his victory or not.

The strongest gust the bird could call,

In the end it made the Venusaur fall.

One on one, The Champion poised,

The last pokemon would be Blastoise.

He glared Red down, his heart apound,

His blood boiling for this final round.

Wings of steel, The birdie flew,

Blastoise gave a powerful slew.

Taking the steel wing on the chin,

The Champion was uncertain that he’d win.

Blastiose threw the bird to the floor,

But Pidgeot still got up for more.

Blastoise steadied, his feet did mash,

For the next move would be a skull bash.

The next move decided, The Champion knew,

which trainer would leave with a wiped out crew.

Pidgeot flew, an Aerial Ace,

Silence pervaded the air of the place.

Then, lastly, with a mighty roar,

Blastoise fell onto the floor.

The snow picked up and left no trace,

But The Champion swore....A smile on his face.

And even now, both trainers would say,

An epic battle took place that day.