A special poem
8:26 p.m. on 2012-01-18
The world's a bubble,
Or is it surface alone with that quality?
In any case, something called "The Nameless" is wrecking havoc.
This world needs a protector.
One man went into space,
With magic glasses letting him breathe.
The world's caressed by loving hands.
This task seems so easy,
Since he'always smiling.
A caring man, this world protector.
Who is he?
He looks familiar.
Where have I seen him?
There's something about him....
What magic in the air.
I see a light, yet it casts no shadow.
Don't hear any groaning. He maintains a constant smile.
There's something there, I truly believe.
I know I've seen this smile before
Memory sparks...
Of a man named Shadoe.
Loving hands hold the world together.
Shadoe Stevens serves as World Protector.
Note: If you'd like to know what helped to inspire this poem, please let me know.
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