A/N; I do not own Star Wars
Look into his bright wide eyes
Filled with horrified surprise
Blood will make your saber red
The dark side now controls your head
You feel such hate
A hungry state
You thrust your saber in their chest
The sacred temple feels unrest
Darkness looms at every turn
And many die by saber burn
Invasion of the brothers and stealing their life
Panic and Anarchy are striving and rife
They are not the traitor
You jedi hater
Is your treachery done
The Chosen One?
Hiding from your pain
Too much to gain
Its fear you earn
You never learn
If death is a must
You suffer blood lust
A frightful sin
To hold within
If hatred was your final prayer
I'm sad that you felt such despair
And to behold your trust to him?
I'm glad that I don't share your skin
A sacred oath that you did break
Must others pay for your mistake?
Remember boy that blood does stain
Not only tiles but also the brain
Now spare a moment of sacred silence
After your bloodied freelance
Hold a requiem of peace
Let all the death and fighting cease