AN: oba and I came to an agreement – if she wrote an ANH Obi poem, then I would finish and post this poem. And we're both holding up our sides of the bargain!


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Eternal Requiem

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Sunrise.
A new day forms
as he steps outside,
searching
for hope reborn;
the sky is clear
and bright
and yet
the memories
still find him:
of fathomless sorrow
and slaughtered mercy –
till even the sun-scorched
wasteland before him
reminds him of
his loss.

Noontime.
The heat bears down
as guilt surrounds
his heart,
nagging doubts
feeding the remorse
that festers within:
could he have
saved them,
if he had
opened his eyes,
noticed the darkness
behind the cocky grin
and war-scarred face?
If he had tried,
would he now see
Siri's impish eyes
or Garen's smug smile
instead of
forsaken sands
and ancient walls?

Sunset.
Twin suns fade –
an omen?
Are all their hopes
destined to die
like the Jedi –
or worse, consumed
by darkness
he could have prevented?
The air grows cold
and sharp, and strong,
burning his skin
into a weathered
mask, baring
his grief.
He feels responsible
for everything –
he wasn't ready,
wasn't willing
to teach the boy –
too young, too sure
of his abilities.
Now he stands
alone
as his remorse
joins the shrill lament
of the winds.

Nightfall.
The stars appear,
radiant and pure,
each one
a candle
for someone he killed
through naïveté
and ignorance.
He names them all:
his colleagues, his Masters,
his friends –
each burning strongly
with the ardour
of bitter remembrance.

This is his fate:
to hope, to grieve,
to never forget -
wishful thinking,
he realizes -
for his memories
will fade
till none but
the stars
will sing
the eternal requiem
for the lost.

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FIN

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