Yep, it's Star Wars poetry. I wrote it a long while ago, kind of, and happened upon it and thought, well, why not? It'll make it look like I'm being active while I'm off doing other things - you know, like school, and work, and life... Yeah. So here it is.
An Attempt at Englyn (if you want to know what the heck that is, scroll down)
I saw Vos, through haze of snow
Bright the blade of his flashing sword
Bright the blood in the snow
I saw Mace Windu, through haze of sparks
Bright the beams of lightning about him
Blood flowed from his arms
I saw Anakin Skywalker, through haze of smoke
Bright the beam of his sword
The marble ran bright with blood
I saw Anakin, through haze of darkness
Bright his sword, red with blood
Blood gleamed bright in his eyes
I saw Yoda, through haze of pain
The blood drained from his limbs
Bright the stars above him
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About the Form, or, So what the heck is englyn, then?
Englyn is a form of ancient Welsh epic poetry (I'm so not making any of this up) with three-line stanzas repeating themes, like so:
"Before Geraint, afflictor of the enemy,
I saw white steeds with fetlocks bloodstained,
and after the battle-cry - grievous death.
Before Geraint, disinheritor of the enemy,
I saw steeds with fetlocks bloodstained from battle,
and after the battle-cry - grievous reflection.
Before Geraint, oppressor of the enemy,
I saw steeds, white their skin,
and after the battle-cry - grievous silence." etc.
The poems usually deal with war and morbid imagery. I was taking a class on Arthurian literature (which included the above excerpted poem) at the time that Attack of the Clones came out, and was thus inspired to write the above attempt of my own. Judge as you will...
