Our tale begins long ago
Back in the ancient world,
Where simple lives of complex folk
Saw our story unfurled.
The people farmed to yield their crops
And bring bounty to the harvest,
But then an event transpired that
Would put them to a far test.
First the rains began to fall
A good thing in average amounts,
But far too much began to fall
Until it overflowed the founts.
The winds came next, blowing fierce
And causing everyone turmoil,
The gusts knocked free anything not secure
And blew away all the soil.
The final nail, conductive to
The final form of disaster,
Lightning bolts struck the city
Turning all to ash much faster.
Winds and rain and lightning bolts
Caused the populace to moan,
For here were the Pokemon of their doom,
One Bolt Strike, the other Cyclone.
Thundurus and Tornadus
Caused damage as they flew,
All the while shouting out
“HEY, LOOK WHAT I CAN DO!
ISN’T THIS NEAT, LOOK AT ALL THIS WIND
HEY YOU NEED RAIN TO GROW, RIGHT?
THESE THUNDERBOLTS ARE PRETTY NEAT
WHY ARE YOU ALL IN A FRIGHT?”
They laughed and flew and caused much damage
Either unaware or uncaring,
As through the city they did go
Causing much splitting and tearing.
Then out of nowhere two muscly arms
Grabbed the stormy two,
And knocked their heads together
As came a shout: “WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?”
Landorus railed at them
For all the problems they made,
He beat them up and sent them away
And no longer were the people afraid.
The land once more to life,
Abundant once more, the people gave thanks
To Landorus for ending their strife.
“NO PROB,” Landorus said, and left.
-Odemon #645 Landorus