Pikachu Mourns

(Ambient Intro – Wind + Distant Thunder)
(Visual: Battlefield in ruin. Smoke. Ash lying still.)
A god descended from the sky,
A beam of light no one survived,
It came for him—the chosen spark—
But someone stepped into the dark.
(Soft Sad Piano Begins)
(Pikachu nudging Ash’s hand.)
Small hands shaking, sparks flicker low,
Calling a name that won’t echo,
Rain falls quiet on crimson ground,
No answer… no sound… 
Pika.. Pi.. ..Fists slam the ground.. 

The world kept spinning, unaware,
Of the boy who chose the lightning’s glare,
To shield the one who stood so small—
And took the end for him… for all.
(Choir Enters) (Low, Dissonant)
They say the sky turned black that day,
Not from storm—but from dismay,
A cry so sharp it split the air,
A thunder born from pure despair.
(Rage Awakens) (Bass Rises)
He screamed into the broken sky,
A sound that made the mountains cry,
No trainer’s voice to calm the thunder—
Ash Ketchums death tore him asunder..
Power grids across his path
Felt the echo of his wrath,
Cities drowned in sudden night
As lightning swallowed every light.
(CHORUS) (Dark, Haunting)
Now children whisper when storms appear,
“Hide inside—he wanders near.”
A golden shadow, eyes like flame,
A myth the thunder cannot tame.
He walks alone where ashes fall,
No Poké Ball… no call at all,
A spark unbound, no heart to guide—
A god of grief the world must hide.
(Bridge) (Soft, Broken Tone)
They tried to hunt what they feared most,
But found no beast—only a ghost,
Perched on cliffs in silent rain,
Staring at the world in pain.
No joy in shock, no thrill in might,
Only endless, starless night,
Every bolt across the sea
Whispers what used to be.
(Final Chorus) (Bigger, Orchestral Swell)
Now satellites lose signal fast
When thunder rolls from shadows past,
They say if lightning splits the sky—
A fallen legend walks nearby.
Not villain.
Not hero.
Not monster.
Just a Pokémon with no tomorrow.
He was once a partner, small and bright—
Now he is the Endless Night,
A spark that grief turned into fear…
When the one he loved… disappeared.
(Outro) (Minimal Piano + Wind)
Some say on quiet nights you’ll see
A tiny glow beneath a tree,
Guarding a trainer cap worn thin by time—
Silent… in the storm’s design.
And if you hear a thunder cry…
It isn’t rage.
It’s just.. pikachu’s..

[long pause]

goodbye..
[Sad Piano Solo]

Dark ambient orchestral,distant choir,low sub-bass pulses,Thunder rumbles, slow piano, echoing wind,Vocals soft at first