The Sonnet of Mulder
A chocolate mop of hair across his face
Does little to obscure his soulful eyes
That search out the most strange and obscure case
And try to find the truth behind the lies.
It started at a very early age,
When something came and stole his sis away.
On all things paranormal he's now sage;
In fact, his quest for truth's become cliché.
And yet he goes on quite tirelessly,
With hopes one day it will all come to fruit.
Through freaks and geeks and monsters aimlessly
He takes on cases, most of ill repute.
But in the end, his truth is not in space.
It's love, found in the most obvious place.