Author's Note: Because writing poetry to cope is cheaper than therapy.
He did not mourn his father's death,
The Dark Knight shed no tears
For a parent whom he should've loved,
But lit his funeral pyre.
A father sought a prodigal's eyes,
So reflected in his own
And instead he only found his death
In those fearsome catacombs.
As all looked on, the battle raged,
Inside the tearing heart
Wherein the last light slipped away
And Ben Solo fell apart.
A 'saber's glow lit up the day
It happened all too fast
A scavenger's scream echoed as
Sun and father breathed their last
Depthless evil fell over his eyes,
A Wookiee's rage consumed
A shot was fired, and two innocents fled
The scene of Solo doom.
So enjoy your world, live out your days,
Rule the world as kings and queens,
But hold your family always close,
For they are not evergreen.