Kounetsu: Ansem, you're such a show-off!
Ansem: Jealous?
A child's toy
Gone horribly wrong
Old-fashioned joy
With powers strong
What did spring forth
After few times round
Now steals your force
In a round underground
Time all this right
Or simply ignore
This difficult fight
May remove your core
After all is done
Emerge from the room
Two more to be won
Till darkness may bloom
