The Scientist

Today I present to you probably the longest poem I have ever written (I'm more of a short poem girl). I love this poem with all of my soul, and it makes my eyes get watery just about every time I read it.Originally, the poem was modeled after Edward Scissorhands' story, and it was named after the man who built the main character of my poem, but after about a year of trying to find the right words, he developed with parts of me and many other people and became a scientist himself. Brave, strong, and neverendingly wanting the world to love, he is The Scientist.   

The Scientist

In a lab full of cobwebs
A man does rest
He looks like a human
Maybe at best
But deep in his soul
A sprocket gear turns
And right on his head
Smoke comes out of a hole
Although he has dreams more than thoughts like a troll
He's been kicked out of life
By the reject patrol
A creak with each step
As he climbs out of bed
For lonely in life
And alone on the deck
A blow for each microscope
He dusts each lab machine
For a guest comes tonight
A sweet girl named Angeline
Putting on his best smile
He straightens his tie
With a knock, knock, and hinge creak
Away his mind flies
Spinning
Dancing
Gazing up to the sky
They have the time of their life
In the observatory, high
What is this?
A second knock?
So heavy it pounds the floor
There is no answer
From the man in the lab
So the new guest just pounds down the door
A man with a badge
Dressed in fine leather boots
Wears an officer's hat
And a woven blue suit
The man with the gears
Will try to run
But the man in the suit,
Well, he has a gun
They get in a sprawl
Angi knocks down the gun
So surely, 
Just surely,
The badged man is done
But out from the shadows
There's little of life
But enough for the man 
To cause enemies strife.
The sweet girl visitor
Goes back to her home
And dressed in all black
Attends to a stone