Confuse Ray

I'll explain later.

Commence, with the false confidence.

Initiator swapped, clarity dropped but,

I hit, find the nucleus; the critical point.

Later the atoms that mutually thrived with this fleeting mistress,

Made their triumphant return hitting me with the foresight of adoration and expectation.

Then the big green, I feel the drip, I empathize with the sombrero's shadow.

Chaos pervades my confidence.

Back down it goes, fateful moves, shrouded into the darkness.

Morphed, like an innocent face into smoldering ashes. 

Then, in peripheral vision the orange-red tingles my sensory.

The pumpkin wings and winning smile.

The gleaming eye of a childhood idol.

And I become decimated, not even with Fire Blast, but with Wing Attack.

Dropping like unprepared soldiers

Miyamoto's own kind of guerilla warfare.

Sends me back to the place I was,

Under the sombrero, shading me from the sun.

Author's Note

I'm actually kind of proud of this one. Impulse after losing a close match to a semi-famous Pokemon Youtuber and also a friend.