Disclaimer: YAY! I remembered once again! I don't own Arty or any of his characteristics, I don't own Root, and I don't own Holly, who is the one writing this.
This is a poem which may appear in one of my fanfics later. (For those of you who live for reporting people, sorry…if I write and publish the fic, I will remove this so it won't be in two places). Basically, it appears in the personal column of the newspaper, and Root and Foaly then have to figure out who sent it…of course, Foaly's computers know there's only one H.S. in the LEP…muahaha…
Now, on to the poem! BANZAI!
Please
With ice-blue eyes
And raven hair,
He is not an elf.
But with the People
He will show
More of his real, true self.
He wears a suit
Although he's young,
And bold and brave is he,
E'en though he strives
And sweats to hide
His spark of decency.
He's good inside,
Which he tries to hide,
So most people only see
The bad side
Of our hero,
And his faults and bad qualities.
They pick and pry
And poke and pinch
And plot to conquer him,
But if you look
Deep in, you'll see
A light, however dim.
A light that's helped us
More than once
With goblins, pixies, smarts;
Technology
And plotting are
Our hero's prominent arts.
If you know him
By now you'll know
Just who I'm speaking of;
The problem is
That this one
Is the person that I love.
So this is to
Commander Root;
I really hope you'll see…
I'm begging you,
Commander, please
Don't mindwipe him—for me.
--H.S.
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