In the realm of Pokémon, a tale unfolds,
Of Smogon, once a bastion, in battles bold.
They vowed to play the game, pure and true,
On the cart's canvas, where dreams once grew.
They whispered, "No changes, no fixes we'll decree,
For altering Pokémon, that's not our decree.
To banish gimmicks and rewrite the lore,
Is to wander far from what Pokémon's core."
But as the years flowed on, a shadow cast,
Smogon's light dimmed, its glory couldn't last.
Bans rained down like a merciless storm,
Leaving trainers baffled, feeling forlorn.
Kings Rock, evasion, OHKO, all fell prey,
To Smogon's rulings, where Pokémon's day.
Moderators, once heroes, now marred by doubt,
Indulged in actions that left us without.
Questionable behavior, a sinister blight,
Towards minors, a sorrowful plight.
As Smogon strayed far from its noble quest,
A fanfic meta, in chaos dressed.
The essence of Pokémon, in the cart does reside,
A bond with our creatures, side by side.
To play as intended, where it all began,
In the world of Pokémon, where champions stand.
Yet Smogon, once pure, now treads a thin line,
Lost in elitism, a paradigm's decline.
In search of balance, they falter and sway,
Perhaps it's time to reflect on their way.
For in the heart of Pokémon, the essence remains,
In the friendships we forge, amidst victories and gains.
Smogon, a fanfic, its path may be bent,
But the spirit of Pokémon, it's time to reinvent.
