This poem is dedicated to Milligan and his sincere admirers. He is an utterly lovely character, and so I must express my respect and esteem...
I do not own the MBS. XP
Critiques welcome!
How many fighters exist
In this world so flooded with the spineless?
How many humans would risk isolation
To provide a protection that is timeless?
One of them is tall and fair,
His eyes are ocean-blue.
His past has been erased with ease—
All he ever knew.
He sought to fill his empty heart,
By defending the defenseless.
He fought and battled and attacked and won,
Knocking executives senseless!
Possessed with a fiery spirit, he persisted,
Guarding the four young souls.
His sacrifices preserved their lives,
And returned to them their control.
It seems that he is everywhere,
A strong and earnest presence.
Who is he? Milligan…
A man of steadfast luminescence.
This is my first poem, so I'd love to hear what you think!
-Spark Writer-