"Step into my lab", the voice beckoned
As the surgery lamp creaked instinctively.
Howled a force with which to be reckoned,
The gale ushered torpid Ace vindictively.
"At last!" growled the voice. "You're going nowhere."
The dilapidated tile roof tumbled fiercely down.
"Your powers are weak but they are still there!"
A weakened Ace fell clumsily to the ground.
Bright light pulsed from Ace's lifeless body.
The voice proclaimed "Yes! It's working, it's working!"
The lab rocked with a power unGoDly,
The voice was sure to be usurping.
The tremor stopped. The voice was in disarray.
It revealed itself as Zyxwax, the nemesis of Ace.
The Goop of Doom emerged. His face showed dismay.
"What the hell have you done, you GoDforsaken disgrace?!"
GoD speedily summoned blue energy of the underworld,
But Zyxwax was immune.
GoD dementedly levitated a stone monolith and hurled,
But Zyxwax just blocked and resumed.
Zyxwax clawed GoD with an ethereal hand,
The ephemeral agony was an amaranthine pain.
Zyxwax hovered over Ace, high above the land,
The beam: Ace's loss and Zyxwax's gain.
"Such a pity," mocked Zyxwax from his ivory tower.
"I salute you both... I think!"
GoD grunted in disbelief in Zyxwax's power.
Ace's helpless, lifeless body lay limp.
The tremor rattled the blighted lab,
The sky turned overcast with fear.
Potions and vials smashed; glass stabbed
Mice scurrying erratically in terror.
A shard, infused with molten adamantium struck Ace's side.
The beam turned green with envy, pulsing reversely.
"No!" screamed Zyxwax. "This is not how turns the tide!"
Alert, Ace drew his blade and blitzed him subversively.
Ace picked up his injured comrade,
He looked at the wounded Zyxwax one last time.
Ace disappeared into the glade,
Desolate was the lab of heinous crimes.
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