Finally, I was here, after my long journey at the great Elite four hall.
The doorway was small, and willed me to enter, dared me to risk it all.

The first room was dark with walls painted black.
And all at once, I wished to go back.
I saw a strange man as the doors closed behind me.
He locke right at me and yelled, “I am Sydney!”
He threw out his Absol with might.
My Heracross was ready for a fight.
He sliced through the Absol, the Cacturne, and Shiftry.
He tore through his team rather quickly.

The next challenge tingled my spine
But I was sure that Aggron would be fine
Pheobe carries ghost type Pokémon
By this time, all my confidence was gone
Gyarados swept through the her pokemon the best
Rayquaza was there to clean up the rest.

Glacia’s room was icy cold
Facing her was very bold
It seemed as though we were evenly matched
But her seals and ice heads were quickly dispatched
The battle with Drake was not even fair
Rayquaza’s outrage left neither hide nor hair

At last the champion is ready to duel
To think he could beat me made him a fool
Gardevoir’s Psychic took out Tentacruel out
Her thunderbolt made Wailord look like a trout.
The fury of thunderbolt took Gyarados in one
But it took a lot more until Milotic was done
Ludicolo was knocked out by a few Megahorns
And Sceptile’s leaf blade filled Wiscash with thorns

The Hall of Fame was my childhood dream
I couldn't do it without my Pokémon team.
But with all the fame and riches, and glory
Could not compare to that great victory.