Padmé Naberrie
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"You can't changed what's meant to be
Any more than you can stop the sun from setting."
I lay in eternal slumber,
Beneath the ground,
Under the stars,
Dead at the age of 27.
Mother of two, wife of one.
And now, never to be known as that.
For I told no one,
And now I can't
As I lay in eternal slumber.
While I walked among the living,
Everyone knew who I was.
They thought so anyway.
I was an influential senator, an idealist,
A role model, a person to be emulated.
I was a face of what was good and just.
But no more,
Not as I lay in eternal slumber
But one man knew who I really was,
He knew
What was behind the mask of confidence.
He knew
How frustration ate away at my core,
When I couldn't help.
And now I can help no more
As I lay in eternal slumber.
He is the reason I detest my gravesite.
He is my husband.
My husband of three years,
But no one knew.
And my headstone bears my maiden name.
A lie,
And he only knows it.
As I lay here in my eternal slumber.
I am here alone,
Speaking to nobody,
Thinking to myself.
My husband comes to visit often.
He weeps for my death,
He thinks it's his fault.
I wish to tell him not to cry for me.
His life is far worse,
Than it could ever be, in my eternal slumber.
I died while giving birth
And his children were hidden from him
He knows not that they survived,
Nor that I blame him not.
He was a great war hero, admired by all
I admired his freedom,
Once I came, I could never leave my place of work.
Now he's trapped by guilt,
While my spirit is free as my body lies
In eternal slumber.
My death was grieved far and wide.
The people couldn't believe it
"She was so young, so good"
Nowhere was my death lamented more so
Than inside my husband.
He is as good as dead,
He mourns for my death,
Just as I mourn for his lack of life,
In my eternal slumber.
Our marriage
Would not have been accepted.
It would have been deemed illegal.
Immoral.
So we turned to deceit.
And this is where it led us.
He, an empty shell,
I, in the ground, in eternal slumber.
So I ask you now,
What will you do for the one you love?
Would you to your friends and family lie?
Would you be willing to die?
I made my choice and,
If you will pardon the pun,
I must live with it.
Make sure you do what you must,
So you have no regrets,
On the day you enter
Your own eternal slumber.