Hello there! So I haven't written anything in months, and I feel like a terrible person for it. So here is a short poem I wrote to keep my brain moving.

I wrote this poem about the Clone Wars, from the view of Ahsoka. I know, it ain't great. But I'm happy with it. =)

Anyways... love you all, and don't forget to review!


Taking on the galaxy is hard

When all you have is a Papier-mâché lightsaber.

When life throws you somewhere strange and foreign

And you have to triple your pace, just to keep up

When they tell you something, and expect you to believe it

But then turn things around, and expect you to follow

When those expectations are all you really have

And you live and breathe for their desires

When your job is so much bigger than you

Bigger than them

When you stand on the battlefield and the world seems so quiet

And those expectations become much harder to succumb to

Because your lightsaber isn't made of Papier-mâché anymore

And expectations become orders

Suddenly, the line between right and wrong disappears

And everything is merely a fight for survival

When you give up your code and all you've known

And that voice inside tells you to stop

But orders are orders

And the peace keepers aren't peace keepers

And you wish your light saber was made of Papier-mâché

So you couldn't take the lives of the victims of war