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.