The Stormy Lake

The Stormy Lake

Back when I was a youngster,
I stumbled upon a secret lake.
I had seen it in my dreams before
so I was surprised to be awake.

I watched it from a distance
but nothing seemed amiss.
The lake’s water flowed gently
as I stared into the abyss.

Suddenly, the sky darkened.
The clear blue was stained gray.
As the clouds corrupted peace
it started to rain, to my dismay.

When I considered running home
my biggest flaw began to shine.
I’m an extremely indecisive person.
It’s like I can’t...ugh, never mind.

I ran laps on my single track
until the water began to whirl.
My brain knew I needed to run...
but I have issues. Probably neural.

In the center of the whirlpool
rose a dark blue Dragonair.
It was clearly very dangerous
but, for some reason, I couldn’t care.

I was drawn to the madness.
I took a step toward the lake.
As the rain drops froze to ice
I wondered if this was all a mistake.

Approaching the edge of hell,
I called the monster’s name.
“Hey there, Dragonair!
Would you like to play a game?”

The sky opened up in an instant.
The storm was gone in one blink.
My brain derped from the mindfuck.
I swear I'd forgotten how to think!

The Dragonair swam over to my side.
It stared into my eyes violently.
I held my ground and with my hand
I reached into my pocket silently.

Moments passed and I drew my hand.
I cranked back my arm, ready to swing.
There, in my palm, lied a big rubber ball.
And like a Slaking gone mad I gave it a Fling.

The ball soared across the lake
before disappearing beneath the surface.
The Dragonair looked back at me
and I couldn’t help but feel nervous.


“I bet you can’t find the ball!”
I grinned with trollish hums.
But then I realized that the game
was actually pretty dumb.

It skewered me with its horn
before disappearing into the depths.
I lied on the ground, wriggling in pain,
and I was sure I’d bleed to death.

Was it not for the Heal Pulse
of a gentle, wild Chimecho
I’d say I'd probably be dead right now.
But I’m happy, as far regrets go.