
Several poems and one-shots from the Star Wars universe. It's not my fault if its bad...it's...okay, if it's bad it is my fault.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Sci-Fi - Chapters: 4 - Words: 2,291 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 02-15-12 - Published: 11-28-11 - id: 7593457
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Padmé's Story: The Turn of Anakin
They tell me he's too far gone,
I won't listen as they tell me to move on.
They say I need to get on with my life,
But I know he's worth the strife.
He's chosen dark instead of light,
I cry myself to sleep at night.
What kind of Jedi would break the rules,
When only yesterday his eyes were bright as jewels?
A Sith of the dark they say,
Trying to keep me at bay.
I swear I feel a conflict in him,
Even if that light is dim.
He's chosen dark instead of light,
I cry myself to sleep at night.
Is this all because of my love for him?
My tears fill my eyes to the brim.
I could try to win him over,
But I'm not lucky like a four-leaf-clover.
His thoughts cloud his judgment,
Was I worth the time he's spent?
He tells me of his fear for me,
But I just cannot agree.
He's chosen dark instead of light,
I cry myself to sleep at night.
He tells me the Jedi are all wrong,
That their time alive shall not be long.
The dark infests his mind,
I travel just a pace behind.
Why should I live when he won't see,
Really what this all means to me?
He tells me it's for my own good,
But I believe I am misunderstood.
I fear the path he leads me down,
He answers my questions with a frown.
He asks me if my love for him is true,
Something's happened to the man I knew.
He's chosen dark instead of light,
I cry myself to sleep at night.
Why does the let the dark take control?
Cause in my heart he's cut a hole.
My life no longer has any worth,
I must hold on until the birth.
The future of the Jedi lies in my hands,
I remember those Tatooine sands.
I close my eyes and hope for a better life,
I wish I could've been a better wife.
But the seeds of the dark are planted too deep,
My locket is the only thing I treasure and keep.
Reminding me of better days,
Laughing in the summer haze.
He's chosen dark instead of light.
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