In the snow,
she knelt down,
next to him,
Blood all around.
He was dying,
tears were unleashed,
for he was battling,
but fail in defeat.
Now fighting for breath,
to stay alive,
"Please don't leave me,"
he can't die.
Eyes were flooded,
master's were too.
He knew his fate,
eyes an aqua hue.
He struggled to talk,
to even speak.
"Ahsoka," he murmured,
ever so weak.
Blood everywhere,
tainted white snow.
Why did he sacrifice?
"I can't let you go,"
Pain came,
so he cried out.
"It hurts," he whispered.
Thought he might black out.
She held his hand,
waiting for hope.
"Help will come soon,"
she needed him to cope.
Heartbeat fading,
she felt his pulse.
"No, don't go."
She screamed on impulse.
Eyes fiery with embers,
she called his name.
To no response,
emotions ablaze.
In her arms,
he lie so cold,
coated in blood,
yet she didn't lose her hold.
His face dropped,
Her chest ached with agony.
"Master, stay with me."
But he was dead to the galaxy.
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A/N
A quite sad poem for y'all. I did poetry a long, long time ago when I was 8, so I hope I still did all right. I might make this into a short story if you guys want me to :)
I have a new fanfic up, so check it out it you wanna, and as always, requests for short stories are welcomed.
May the Force be with you
-CyanGalaxy