(for Lit class chapbook)
'Twas a night of sky so dark, the moon hid
Her light did not grace my hand, my friends close
On the chase was I, my eyes glinting keen
My companion's light shining from his tail
Artificial sun in the forest dim.
My quarry ran! My quarry hid! O, chase!
Strike! Strike! You see your target, Brutus! Flames!
Ah! You are weak, come back! Your sanctuary
Is in the palm of my hand, a steel womb.
Release, my comrade of wing and tooth, fly!
Critical hit! It's super effective!
A trap, I throw from my belt, a sphere gold,
To entrap my quarry swift, will it work?
No! He is free, my curses fall to air
Return, battle-weary, and go, other,
He's weak, finish him off-- but keep him waked
The hunt is lost when the prey is downéd.
One more trap, loosed from my gloved pale palm
Gotcha! The prey was caught! And so ends
The long battle, to the box with you.
My quest continues on, 'til all are mine.
[blank verse]
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