Poetrydex-Magcargo

This is Magcargo's Poetrydex entry. Comment and enjoy!

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From the highest perch, On this volcano. I can see for miles, All the way to Sinnoh. And all these places, I've never been. And all these things. I've never seen. And all the things, I want to do, I'll never get to, This is true. Because I harden, If I get too cold, I freeze, and I die, But I'm old, Old and tired Of this place, Longing for A change of pace. A life spent, Inside these walls, No light inside, These cave halls. And to myself, Always lying, So soon, I Will be dying. And I'd prefer To die, With a new world, In my eyes. This need for freedom from these walls, In me it sears, stabs, pains, burns, I long to finally feel a breath of fresh air, And face my death on my own terms.