A lone girl kneels on the cold ground her black stately robs seeping in the coldness she felt kneeling there in front of a memorial of a lost Queen.
So treasured was she the galaxy wept in her passing.
The galaxy fell the day the roads where lined with her weeping people the lost Queen was laid to rest.
The lone girl was never there worlds away was she in the arms of another.
Where she should have been was in the arms of that lost Queen with eyes of dark brown matching her own.
For all her days Leia Amidala Skywalker well mourns the loss of this woman she was named after.
The day the lost Queen was laid to her final resting places in the gardens of Queens an Empire was born along with a lone girl who bares her mother's name.
The sixteen roes she lays upon this memorial of such a beloved Queen the world has forgotten.
Now on this beloved day they lost a Queen they do not mourn they line the roads as before and shot Long Live The Empire.
The worlds do not weep as before the lost Queen is all but forgotten.
Across the galaxy a man said to have no heart hates this very day for the loss of his angel his beloved Queen he once held in his arms.
Long gone is she his love.
The worlds look in on the gardens of the Queens as one lone girl kneels there in darkness as the world celebrates this Empire day.
No one knows this lone girl dressed all in black as the world around her is so full of life and lost Queen was not just a woman to her.
This woman is a Queen, wife, angel, mother, a Senator.
But the worlds will never know about three of them.
For the world believes that lost was her child with her laid to rest the child of the beloved Queen was on that same day.
But here she kneels the child of the lost Queen the world will never know.
So laid here and angel was she in life. Angel to one man and one lone girl.
That the world will never know of the wife and the mother she should have been.
Standing the long girl whips her tear soaked face that looks so much like the lost Queen.
As she retreats to the darkness she knows is the man that loved the lost Queen.
An angel in life was she so treasured was she by her people the world wept.
Now the lost Queen so treasured but by one lone girl who to this day weeps for the lost mother she should have had.
An angel in death is this Queen as she was in life.
May the galaxy one day remember Queen Amidala for the rare gem she was.