A few notes: Longest poem I have ever written. Really hard to write. 'Nough said.

From the brink of terror

Is where my father brought me-

And my planet, my sister-

Our family was left in the dust.

He had more important things to do

Then care for us,

So we work, too,

To stay true and just

While being raised

By my father's friends

Through a young age.

And then we were ten-

And we met Tahl.

We admired her, above all.

She knew how we felt

She knew how it seemed

She said it wasn't fair

That life was so mean.

I think she was right-

Do you know why?

A few years passed

When Allana started to cry.

She said she felt like a liar,

But she couldn't say why.

Once and for all we weren't like our father.

We didn't try to lead-

We didn't bother

Because we never intended

To surpass him.

Then it came to me-

Just on a whim.

Who said we had to do things fairly?

"Look at father,

Look at our 'family,'

We don't have one,

Because it's about politics now.

I say we get what we deserve –

And I know how."

I told her so much

And she listened, intent,

At the time, I didn't know what her strange smile

Really meant.

But she took my plan

And made it her own,

Said we'd be joint leaders

But in truth we stood alone.

She got the limelight

While I got the work, and I

Turned on those sick Jedi,

Even when it hurt.

I look at where my twin's gotten me.

I look at all the loss.

I search for some equal excuse-

But it's never worth the cost.

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