The Young and the Lost

by Aanix

A poem from Padme's perspective during Episode I.

I am of the young and the lost,
Weighted down and running,
A little girl in a little world,
So vast it may swallow her.

I am of the regal and the calm,
Painted on, covered up and solemn,
Pleading in an even tone,
With the blind that surround me.

I am of the wise and the old in soul,
A steady hand and head held high,
Staring out through piercing eyes
With the knowledge of action behind them.

I am of the scared and the brave,
Standing tall and breathing uneven,
Unmasked and unveiled,
The Queen of the Peaceful must go to war.

And if you follow the child, where will she take you?
Into glory, into oblivion.

I am of the young and the lost.