A poem I came up with completely on the spot.
I hope you all enjoy it.
Life is precious
Since time of birth
Except for one boy
Who thought his had no worth.
His father was a monster
Or so they say
He should never been born
He's just a rotten stray.
Was it good he had been born?
Gramps said if he lived he'd know.
Then Luffy comes into the picture
And tells him it was so.
Luffy wants him to live
Can it really be?
He promises never to die
And they would live regretless and free.
And now a war is being fought
He has to watch his brothers die
Why couldn't they have just left him?
All he can do is cry.
Luffy came in the end
And he just had to grin
For as far as Luffy was concerned
He was worth the effort to win.
It was good he had been born
He finally had his answer
Luffy and Whitebeard made it so
He thought as the magma heat spread like cancer.
He had to break his promise
So that Luffy could live free
As he dies he shouts,
"Thank you... for loving me!"
Life is precious
Since time of birth
And Fire Fist Ace's
Definitely held worth.
He may be dead
His fire gone with no trace
But his spirit lives on
In all those who loved Ace.
And you know what? A lot of people loved him.
They still do.