The Skywalker Saga – In 9 Verses

Skywalker

A child born from a virgin birth

Travelling the stars is what he sought

A waif, a stray, a no body

No more than a slave to be bought

 

A Padawan Jedi he became

But conflicted was his soul

Fear and anger grew within

Power and domination his goal

 

Lead by a master of dark forces

His greed got worse and worse

And fear for the death of a loved one

The final stamp on a prophesied curse

 

Years they pass, split between worlds

His twins now start their adventure

Children born from good and evil

Fighting a familiar oppressor

 

From glorious victory to bitter defeat

The twins go their separate ways

Different battles, their fight continued

Losing friends in brutal affrays

 

Banding together, a rescue ensues

Regrouping for one last run

And with a deadly threat looming

Its short lived as the war is won

 

30 years pass in the blink of an eye

The twins now separated awhile

She the mother of a force bearer

He chose the path of exile

 

But it’s family that speeds his return

A Nephew hell bent on power

As was his Grandfather before him

Win or lose when comes the hour

 

A conclusion with questions unanswered

Whose victory will seize the day?

There’s still the matter of the Order

And who is the woman called Rey

 

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A Duel of Light and Dark

Brothers in arms

How did it come to this?

A prophecy to bring hope

Misled it did, designed to deceive

No matter now

 

The notion, the attempt

To talk down this volatile scenario

Just too late, soured by lies

By greed, by anger

By a lust for power

 

And so it begins

A sudden violent movement

Against an equally skilled opponent

A falling Avalanche

Into a barrier of blades

 

A duel to the death

One from light

The other in darkness

But from who’s perspective

A Tyrants trick on a lost soul

 

Dancing in lethal partnership

Their blades cracked and hissed

With every clash made

A Flash with every brutal encounter

And then locked face to face

 

Partnered in some macabre dance

They pirouette, somersault

Vault around each other

Each avoiding the lethal sabers

Trying to counter their opponent’s next move

 

Adrenaline Surges through their veins

No more the sparring partners of old

These titans of the force

Of light and dark unbalanced

Each now committed to a lost cause

 

They battle on at fever pitch

With such severity and malice

Such pain, suffering and remorse

Neither can retreat now

Each with a different purpose

 

Attack after counter attack

The battle rages on

Parry, Lunge, Swing, Block

Florescent lines are drawn

On a darkened stage

 

Like some Shakespearean tragedy

There is no hope of redemption

A conclusion has to be enacted

Until that final curtain falls

On a decided, fateful outcome

 

The Titan’s square up one last time

One with the advantage

While the other blinded by arrogance

Takes the chance

Only to fall by the hand of his brother

 

Falling from the sickening flash

As a lightsaber cuts through flesh and bone

Dismembering and cauterizing

What’s left of its victim’s limbs

It is done

 

The death of a Jedi

The birth of a sith

But who is really who

Brothers no more

How did it come to this?

 

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Memories

Inspired by the ‘Galaxy Far Far Away’ this was published back in February 2018.

Memories of a Childhood Dream

Light Sabre

As the old man walks

It begins to rain

Lifting his hood

Memories entertain

 

He’s sent right back

To his childhood days

And a Jedi Knight

With mystical ways

 

Walking stick in hand

Not in his mind’s eye

A flash of Purple

As it lifts to the sky

 

But the rain soon passes

The sun comes out

He pulls off his hood

And without a doubt

 

He’s just the old man

Walking stick in hand

But remembers fondly

That wonderland

 

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Love at First Comic Con

I wasn’t looking for love

But there she was

All dressed up for the occasion

My eyes working my way up

Lost in her vision

It’s the princess

Brown felt boots

Caressed her gentle step

A slave girl’s outfit

Curves moved with a gentle sway

Long Brown hair tied back

The gentle plait lay over her shoulder

WOW… Her vision encapsulates me

Forehead sweating

Heart palpitating

I avert my eyes

Only to see

In front of me

A different height

A different shape

But it’s her in all her glory

My mouth now dry

I walk on by

And see her again

A little shorter this time

But I don’t mind, while

Trying to hide my trembling

Trying to compose

A teenage dream

Aahhh… Love at first Comic Con

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Ben

The black Knight walks his path

In search of a truth he’ll never find

Loved by a father he cannot trust

Known by a mother he does not know

 

A sword of fiery red in his tight grip

The bond he depends on with his life

A Ren by name but not by birth

Torn apart by legacy and conflict

 

A petulant child in an adult mind

Confused by teachings

From a tyrant with a violent agenda

Equally deformed as history written

 

A future not yet decided

His path only half trod

An ambition not yet fulfilled

Following a dead name, Grandfather, Lord… Vader.

 

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