A/N:I'm in a Poetry and Fiction course for my Creative Writing minor here at school and we had to write a poem about an object. I, of course, have been playing Star Wars Old Republic for the last week and a half almost non-stop and after seeing The Phantom Menace in 3D, of course HAD to write about a lightsaber! Psh, every Star Wars fan knows that that is the only object to care about! Haha, just kidding.
Anyways, so I thought I'd post this, so everyone can share in the laughs. I know it sucks. I hate writing poetry and quite frankly I'm God-awful at it. So let the flames begin!
The Lightsaber
The press of a button.
A glow of blue light.
The handle is worn
Down by years of tight grips.
The hilt fits to a a palm
Like a good pair of boots
Molded over the years.
Each scratch and dent
Holds a story of victory
Or a story of defeat.
The sleek lines.
The gentle curve.
The soft hum
Of power.
The way the blue light
Glints off the metal.
It is elegance
In tool form.
A weapon
From a time
Gone from memory.
The bright blue blade
Was a source of peace
The smooth indents
Of a hand
That stood for Justice.
It was known
Throughout the galaxy,
But no longer.
