This is a story about Milo the mighty
His sword at his side, he was forever so mighty
His armor gleamed, how he shined brightly
On the cliff side watching the sun as it set
Milo the mighty set up shop, it was time to rest...

He started on a stallion his pride on his horse
Did he ride out of Ridgeburrow,
to revenge his remorse
Townspeople cheered and waved
Villains and monsters flee'd their graves
As Milo the mighty Rode through town
The townspeople cheered out
"DONT LET US DOWN"!

It was a quest of vengence he'd seek
For years have past, that have been quite bleak
goblins and Gouls steal all the gold

As the mighty hunchback golem screams "duel-me droll"

The townspeople fear him,
Helplessly run they do
But Milo had other plans
For the golems unrichous uphold,

He slashed and stabbed,
Staggered with joy, as the blood of his victims
Fell to the floor

One-two, one-two, his sword went through and through

He sliced through golems head,
Leaving him dead,
Just a slab of meat on the floor

And Milo the mighty traveled forth
Unto the dark forest,
He traveled with sorts,
Battles with pillagers and pirates alike
Did Milo fight with all his might
To make it to his mighty quest
Where all that sweet gold lies in a chest....

Traveled onward he did
Straight through the pillagers plains
Did Milo have a quest for his own grave?
No said Milo the great as he traveled on his adventure
His adventure was great......

Looking up at a tower
The clock struck the fifth hour,
Towering over Milo was the tower of Shiloh
Looming over him in a dim shadow
Did the ominous tower show more
Than just what was for fleeing cowards?
NO,
Milo opened the door
To find the riches
his princes had ever wanted to adore

So up the grand stair case did Milo the Great do
Up in spirals the stairs never seemed to outgrew
Up and up the tension was rough
As Milo unsheathed his great weapon
A sweat drop uncoiled from his headband
So Milo mustered the mutual feeling
Felt far before him,

Upon the double doors of steel,
Did her master wait for her hero
Weapon ready in hand,
Ready to use against Milos stand...
Stanced fearless, ready to fight
Did her master wait to show his might.

MILO screamed her master
Come for me have you not?!
"Yes you ungodly gat" shouted milo
Far from his throne,
Did Milo know his match or was his match outgrown?
Her master swung first,
Cut Milos cheek he did,
But when milo swung back,
Off with his head!

Milo picked her up, her ankles unshown
He walked her to the parlor,
Where he released her,
He let her go........
"Thank you Milo, Your heroism is now know"
Said the fair lady who Milo help'd go.

Milo the mighty walked straight to the cellar
Where all the gold and riches awaited his pleasure
With his might he carried it right
Straight to his great kings who declared Milo
"Milo the Mighty"

1.
Dear Penny,
Today I saw two sparrows playing underneath a tree
that is still naked from the winter.  They hopped an
chirped and pecked at each other.  They had no
worries, no cares in the world.  I was envious of
them.  I wished to be that free.  I need to get away
from this place.  It makes me hollow.
Always,
Milo


2.
Dear Penny,
Do you remember that night when we were in San
Tropez?  We'd had too much Bordeaux, and found
ourselves laughing at the moon in the middle of the
night.  We saw turtles laying eggs in the sand, their
progeny made to wait until being birthed back into
the sea.  Why do turtles always do that?  Is it
fate?  Is it futility?  I think it's because of fear.
Always,
Milo


3.
Dear Penny,
I'm sitting in a coffee shop, trying to relax.  A man
sitting at the table next to mine has a tattoo of a
clown on his forearm.  It is very intricately drawn.
But as I was looking at it, the clown shifted its gaze
and started to laugh at me.  It has since stopped
laughing, but no matter how hard I try, I can't get it
to stop staring.
Always,
Milo


4.
Dear Penny,
Let's face it, all hope is dead.  Free will has led to
abandonment.  Good people go hungry, the troubled
are revered.  Love has no bounds, adultery is
standard.  Since we have fallen from the pedestal of
the scarred, fear lies in the hands of the just.  Who's
to say why we were.  We just are, and I'm tired.
Always,
Milo


5.
Dear Penny,
Consider yourself lucky you're not here.  The
streets have become a fetid barrage of scrambled
and frantic contemplations.  Am I a rogue, in search
of vigilant prosperity?  Or does my face just lack a
certain boyish charm?  I blame the church and its
benign stance on water purity.  Nevermore...
Always,
Milo


6.
Dear Penny,
Please excuse my attitude in previous
correspondences, as I'm sure you noticed an
abrupt change in my demeanor.  Sometimes I feel
weak.  Sometimes I wonder if thinking is the right
thing to do.  To act would be an adventure.  But
worry not; the doctors have given me a clean bill of
health.  I remain.
Always,
Milo