By Edward Lear
In a city where heroes abound,
Two newbies, in battles, were found.
New fought with resolve,
While ㅤ aimed to evolve,
In their hearts, a strong passion was crowned.

New, eager and brimming with zeal,
Had powers they learned to conceal.
With a flick of their wrist,
They launched a swift mist,
As they focused on learning to heal.

ㅤ, with courage yet full of doubt,
Had powers that seemed to twist about.
He summoned a spark,
Hoping to leave a mark,
But his confidence still was in drought.

The two met in a clash on the street,
Where the echoes of chaos did greet.
With each blow they traded,
Their spirits elated,
As they danced to the rhythm of defeat.

New, quick on their feet, dodged the blows,
With a flicker of light, their power flows.
They threw a bold punch,
With a glorious crunch,
While ㅤ’s intentions began to oppose.

Though they were both new to this fight,
Their hearts burned with fervor and light.
New aimed to protect,
And with perfect respect,
Came out on top, like a star in the night.

The League cheered with great pride in their win,
For New sprung forth, ready to begin.
With lessons in hand,
They now took a stand,
A true hero, embracing the spin.

ㅤ smiled, despite feeling outclassed,
For he knew that this battle was cast.
In the realm of the brave,
There’s so much to save,
And together they’d grow, unsurpassed.

As they walked off, no winners or foes,
With a bond that through time only grows.
In the heart of the fight,
They found wisdom in light,
And the story of friendship now flows.