Disclaimer: I do not own LFN or any of the characters. I merely enjoy the show (especially 2nd season) and write bad poetry about it. Here's a warning; I choose to ignore that which doesn't fit in with my plans (anything after mid-season 4, as well as meter and rhyme) doesn't exists in my mind or in my so-called poetry. Here's my first completed attempt at Michael poet-fic.
Hurricane in the Eyes
By BithaBlu
The Anti-Hurricane
His calm is on the outside
Whirling swirling pain
Thrashes his inner being
On the surface he never moves
Always calm and still
A machine that doles out justice
However they see fit
A level five killer
Heir to the cold throne
More machine than man
Ruthless and dead inside
Nothing penetrates this facade
But...
His eyes reveal all- Like
Gray and green maelstroms
Tempestuous seas of emotion
Surging briefly and retreating again
"I can't let you be my weakness"
He pleads almost to himself
The ever-blank eyes rage pain
But the still, dead calm returns
The lover forced to be a machine
The machine that fell in love
Watch and observe
Look close to see the man.
You can see the hurricane
Storming behind his eyes
Hurricane in the Eyes
By BithaBlu
The Anti-Hurricane
His calm is on the outside
Whirling swirling pain
Thrashes his inner being
On the surface he never moves
Always calm and still
A machine that doles out justice
However they see fit
A level five killer
Heir to the cold throne
More machine than man
Ruthless and dead inside
Nothing penetrates this facade
But...
His eyes reveal all- Like
Gray and green maelstroms
Tempestuous seas of emotion
Surging briefly and retreating again
"I can't let you be my weakness"
He pleads almost to himself
The ever-blank eyes rage pain
But the still, dead calm returns
The lover forced to be a machine
The machine that fell in love
Watch and observe
Look close to see the man.
You can see the hurricane
Storming behind his eyes