Poetic Rendition : Kori

There is not a single cloud,
Not a single dose of cure,
Not a single Pokemon,
And certainly impure.

Tucked away in a cute suit,
Fuzzy and warm all over.
Within burns this raging furnace,
Filled with smoke and smolder.

Lo and behold,
To those who see it,
I beg thee- know the truth.
This is what I looked like,
When we took up the roof.

Oh how far I've fallen,
From the heaven I once roamed.
Oh how long it's been,
since this angel was fully combed.

I have been resurrected,
From the smog of my own doing.
Once again these dry bones rise,
A battered soul renewing.

Lo and behold,
To those who see it,
I beg thee- know the truth.
This is what I look like,
I ask now for your ruth.

If you want to find me,
this is where I'll be.
Making clouds and happy faces,
Serving coco and tea.

If you wonder why I don't come out,
This cistern gone awry,
It's just that I'm expected here,
When others fall from the sky.

So please ignore the mess,
And leave your shoes outside.
Welcome to the bottom of the well,
Where this fallen creature does reside.