Krell Poem
Krell
his big throat bulging
laughs as he tortures
the forever slaving clones
Dogma, forever loyal
blindly follows him
into the heat of battle
but Rex, forever vigil to the plight
stands
and succeeds
Krell, with his forever arrogant aroma
and his mind warped
by the everlasting seeds
of the sith and their ways
Mean and unrespectful,
He never saw
the death that he deserved
As he slaughtered the troops,
one by one
he works his way over
to the trap,
hastily laid by Rex and his men
He falls.
He sits on his knees,
back facing them
he taunts,
unable to see his fall
A shot is heard
But it is not who you think
Dogma
blinded by fury and grief
Shot.
The general falls
down on the ground
where he will lay
where he deserves.