The one they fear

A story of my childhood, probably not what you expected

The one they fear

I dreamed of the day that I would find them all-

Many intricacies may never be found

The potent potential contained in a ball

Violently released when thrown on the ground

A choice of three presents a hurdle

 Born of the tide, pollen or kindled flame

A Hidden machine allows you to girdle

The trunks and leaves of forests- in vain

Of a party of six, we favour but one

Others destined to surf, or cut, or fly

With you from the beginning, ‘till the journey is done

A true legendary, oh faithful ally  

The End

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