By Edward Lear
In a city where capes often clash,
Two heroes emerged with a flash.
~666~ B$C ♦♞♦, a villain so brash,
Faced T-1, who'd always outclass.

“Demoncrat mentality!” he’d shout,
“Your participation trophies—just doubt!
I’m a real bad man,
With a sinister plan,
In this battle, I’ll leave you without!”

T-1 stood tall in his stance,
With powers that sparkled, a chance
To fend off the fiend
In a heart-pounding scene,
Yet fear and resolve had to dance.

“Your supernatural core pales,
Against the might of my dark, vicious scales.
You think you can win?
But just let me begin,
I’ll turn your bravado to wails!”

With fists like a thunderous storm,
The clash of their powers took form.
Blows traded with grace,
Yet ~666~ found his place,
With a sinister smirk, he felt warm.

Was it experience? Levels so high?
T-1 struck back, but just couldn't fly.
In a heartbeat he fell,
While the victor would yell,
“Who’s the king of the Super Freaks? Aye!”

With a club that left echoes of dread,
~666~ B$C ♦♞♦ stood over T-1, dead.
“Another win for my crew!
I’ll be coming for you,
Next time, doctor, don’t go to bed!”

Back in the shadows where villains convene,
The laughter of triumph was keen.
Yet T-1 would rise,
With fire in his eyes,
For the battle’s not done, it’s just seen.

So in legends, their tales intertwine,
Good and evil, like stars, they align.
On this battlefield wild,
A hero defiled,
But the story of heart will still shine.