“Bellsprout”
the creator looked down
upon his leafy creations.
most reveled in light of sun
content to sink their roots deep into the soil
and live their lives in peace.
but one peculiar flower longed
to be carried away by wind,
to see a world beyond sun rays
and dirt,
to move.
and so the creator reached down
and plucked the flower
it’s roots unbound the plant
began to roam the earth
it’s restless spirit
set free at last.
“Weepinbell”
But soon the joy of movement waned
and as with all sated lusts
it was simply replaced
for as it moved the plant
developed a hunger.
This hunger could not be filled
by the earth food and sunshine,
it’s mouth began to grow,
it’s poison condensed.
It began to hunt.
“Victrebell”
The hunt consumed the once peaceful creatures.
And when man forged their magic stones
The plants began to steal and horde
And use the stones to transform.
They gained the power to lure their prey
And ceased to wander,
Returned to sedentary lives
By their own desire to consume.