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The ROCKET came down like the MUK on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in EBONY and WINE;
And the sheen of their BALLS was like stars on the SKY,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep GOLDENROD.
Like the SMOGS of the WEEZING when AIR IS FRESH,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
Like the FRILLS of the ARBOK INTIMIDATING AND PRONE,
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
For the GOLBAT of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he LEECHED;
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, THE DROWZEE MADE still!
And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride;
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
And there lay the TRAINER BLACKED OUT and pale,
With the BALL on his HAT, and the RED on his COAT:
And the LEADERs were all silent, the GYMs alone,
The BADGESs UNEARNED, the trumpet unblown.
And the widows of SAFFRON are loud in their wail,
And the NURSES are broke in the POKEMON CENTERS;
And the might of the Gentile, unCAUGHT by the PROTAG,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of ARCEUS!
"THE DESTRUCTION OF SAFFRON" -Lord Byron
