Since Mia has taken over as Supreme Dictatoress while Stephen takes a vacation, I thought it only appropriate that I write a poem for her as well.

Mia, I wrote a little poem. I hope you adore it.

Mia, beautiful, supreme on the edges of twilight.
Unstoppable and mighty in the Chat of the Rink.
Strength of her soul, power of her mind.
I'd dance with death, but I've lost all fear.
Standing, patient, I wait and see my dictatoress,
But a death of hate awaits all.

I look. I yearn. I wuv.
The huggy bear of Stephen in my dreams.
All is right.

SDo"There are some metaphors in there, but I'm sure you can all figure them out if you know the relevant circumstances. If you don't know the relevant circumstances, then you are clearly not Stephen or Mia, and therefore don't matter."MC