By Edward Lear
In a city where heroes and villains reside,
A clash of titans would soon coincide.
William Davespeare, sharp and astute,
Faced off against No Bueno, a villain quite brute.
With powers unmatched, their battle would slide.

William, the mentalist, clever and snarky,
With wit like a blade, his tongue often darkly,
“To be, or not,” he would muse with a grin,
In his heart, a deep struggle, redemption within.
Yet a hero at core, he’d never grow starkly.

No Bueno, a force from the moon’s distant sphere,
Drew strength from the chaos, instilling pure fear.
“Villano bishes!” his battle cry roared,
With whispers of evil his powers restored.
A tyrant in spirit, to conquer was near.

As they stood on the edge, both ready to fight,
The people looked on, hearts pounding with fright.
No Bueno surged first, with elemental might,
But William, so quick, slipped right out of sight,
With psychic precision, he’d show off his light.

The battle ignited, a storm in their wake,
A dance of pure power, each move a high stake.
No Bueno struck hard with fire and quake,
Yet Davespeare stood firm, no crack to forsake,
With each mental jab, he’d make the ground shake.

“Your evil is shallow, your power but vain,
I seek deeper truths, through sorrow and pain.”
William proclaimed, his resolve soon to gain,
From spectral insights, he’d break every chain,
Empowered by lessons that life must sustain.

In the blink of an eye, the tide turned at last,
With a wave of his hand, he compelled No Bueno’s blast.
In mentally tethered, their fates would entwine,
For William knew well that the end would define,
A battle of intellect, not merely the fast.

With one final surge, his powers aligned,
William captured the essence, his vision refined.
With a flick of his mind, the villain was caught,
No Bueno stood frozen, his chaos to rot,
A victory earned, for hero defined.

The cheers of the League rang out through the night,
As William emerged, his heart burning bright.
“No Bueno is down, but the fight was to learn,
For every dark shadow, there’s always a turn.
In battling evil, we find our own light.”

So remember this tale of two figures so grand,
A hero and villain, with destinies planned.
In respect of their struggle, the battles they’d wage,
For not every fight ends in rattle or rage,
But in growth and in strength, together they stand.