TheLegendaryTrainer

Our hope of ending is not near But a hopeful wish long forgotten This tepid stink - stale air and desperation Living small beneath the weight of expectations Our shining heroes great and tall Had never taken such a fall But perhaps only in their own eyes Had they ever fallen Their brave pictures are sung a thousand praises Yet are but one second of a life And how much courage is needed in a lifetime of remembrance With long nights of shadows frozen Peering solemn over stark horizons Sunrise comes And silhouettes - still restless Keep watch A battlefield's great furrows Tracing trails of internal sorrows As a and dance of desperation Plays

 Chapter 2 : A Silver-Hearted Trainer Lugia f x Ho-oh m That little sneaky bastard! He pawned this sucky job off on me! I'm the only sober person here now! I wonder if they have any more beer . . . Shaking my head, I might as well keep an eye on them, otherwise the counterparts are going to start a world war over a stubbed toe/flipper/whatever. They're pretty stupid with that stuff after all, any excuse to fight was a good one when you were drunk. After a couple of minutes looking over the group of drunk failures, I've decided that they aren't in any immediate danger of a revolt and decide to relive my drunk memories. (ahh, good times) I de