Cloud Arcanine
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Hey! I decided to write a little bit of poetry about pokemon ! What do you guys think ? I was inspired by the Hypno poem that poem that is commonly used in creepypastas! I wouldn't even be able to imagine if someone wrote a creepypasta based on this poem! Dreaming big is fun 
Agent of Darkness
Have you ever seen him?
His presence riding on the wind.
The sparkle found within his eye.
It's ability, unmatched.
You may not have seen him.
But I can assure you.
That he has seen you.
Do you remember?
That breezy winter's night.
The darkness seemed not to stir.
Even when the large full moon.
Had long reached his high.
You where tucked up, nice and warm.
Your friendly little Growlithe,
Right at your side.
You didn't notice the wind cease.
Or the night begin to breathe.
You didn't see the purple hue,
That decorated each and every tree.
He arrived at just that moment.
The Agent of Darkness.
His twisted smile,
His single eye.
In search.
For his constant goal.
Souls.
Your soul.
My soul.
It really doesn't make a difference.
You should have been scared trainer.
Quaking in your boots.
But you were OBLIVIOUS to his presence!
However.
He was not oblivious to yours.
But, that night.
The Agent of Darkness was wounded.
Extracting souls is not easy you see!
Pokemon and people alike,
Don't tend to enjoy the experience.
Most fight back!
Hurting the Agent!
But? they are foolish mortals.
He cannot be stopped,
Only slowed?
The agent had no choice.
He had to return.
To them.
To repair and to recover.
To plot.
To plan.
He may be gone now trainer.
But, DON'T YOU SIGH WITH RELIEF!
He will be back.
Actually?
Haven't you noticed trainer.
I wonder where that chilly breeze went?
Listen!
Is that? the rasp of breath?
Oh my trainer!
Look at those trees!
Are they? are they? purple?
Oh dear trainer!
Here he comes!
Under the covers you hide!
As the Agent of Darkness approaches your home!
He thinks it is a wonderful home!
He likes the colour of the brick?
He enjoys the smell of the wood smoke fire that drifts through the chimney?
He laughs at the ornate Serperrior door knocker that you own?
He thinks it's beautiful?
Remember trainer!
He is a ghost!
You won't hear him open that door of yours.
He will simply just drift through.
Don't you worry trainer!
He won't get lost!
They are speaking to him!
They are telling him where to go!
So don't fret trainer!
Oh!
Looks like he's in your room trainer!
Can you feel him?
Are you afraid?
He hopes so?
Terrified souls are? tastier?
He is standing over you trainer?
Come out from your blankets,
And do say hello!
You see that mouth on his stomach trainer?
Inside there is a comfy little hotel room.
For your souls to reside?
Feeling weak yet trainer?
The process has begun.
It won't take long trainer.
That, I can promise you!
Another Successes!
Another day's work done!
Now he must return home.
Now I must return home!
The mighty agent DUSKNOIR!
The stealer of souls!
The master of fear!
I must rest now!
However? may I ask you?
Is it windy where you now reside?
You better hope so?
If not?
I might see you later mortal!
Keep your eyes on the trees?
Agent of Darkness
Have you ever seen him?
His presence riding on the wind.
The sparkle found within his eye.
It's ability, unmatched.
You may not have seen him.
But I can assure you.
That he has seen you.
Do you remember?
That breezy winter's night.
The darkness seemed not to stir.
Even when the large full moon.
Had long reached his high.
You where tucked up, nice and warm.
Your friendly little Growlithe,
Right at your side.
You didn't notice the wind cease.
Or the night begin to breathe.
You didn't see the purple hue,
That decorated each and every tree.
He arrived at just that moment.
The Agent of Darkness.
His twisted smile,
His single eye.
In search.
For his constant goal.
Souls.
Your soul.
My soul.
It really doesn't make a difference.
You should have been scared trainer.
Quaking in your boots.
But you were OBLIVIOUS to his presence!
However.
He was not oblivious to yours.
But, that night.
The Agent of Darkness was wounded.
Extracting souls is not easy you see!
Pokemon and people alike,
Don't tend to enjoy the experience.
Most fight back!
Hurting the Agent!
But? they are foolish mortals.
He cannot be stopped,
Only slowed?
The agent had no choice.
He had to return.
To them.
To repair and to recover.
To plot.
To plan.
He may be gone now trainer.
But, DON'T YOU SIGH WITH RELIEF!
He will be back.
Actually?
Haven't you noticed trainer.
I wonder where that chilly breeze went?
Listen!
Is that? the rasp of breath?
Oh my trainer!
Look at those trees!
Are they? are they? purple?
Oh dear trainer!
Here he comes!
Under the covers you hide!
As the Agent of Darkness approaches your home!
He thinks it is a wonderful home!
He likes the colour of the brick?
He enjoys the smell of the wood smoke fire that drifts through the chimney?
He laughs at the ornate Serperrior door knocker that you own?
He thinks it's beautiful?
Remember trainer!
He is a ghost!
You won't hear him open that door of yours.
He will simply just drift through.
Don't you worry trainer!
He won't get lost!
They are speaking to him!
They are telling him where to go!
So don't fret trainer!
Oh!
Looks like he's in your room trainer!
Can you feel him?
Are you afraid?
He hopes so?
Terrified souls are? tastier?
He is standing over you trainer?
Come out from your blankets,
And do say hello!
You see that mouth on his stomach trainer?
Inside there is a comfy little hotel room.
For your souls to reside?
Feeling weak yet trainer?
The process has begun.
It won't take long trainer.
That, I can promise you!
Another Successes!
Another day's work done!
Now he must return home.
Now I must return home!
The mighty agent DUSKNOIR!
The stealer of souls!
The master of fear!
I must rest now!
However? may I ask you?
Is it windy where you now reside?
You better hope so?
If not?
I might see you later mortal!
Keep your eyes on the trees?
