An ode to the Death Star

Death Star, Death Star where art though,

In my Darkest hour where art though.

Galaxies seam so empty with out you.

We have no power.

In our Darkest hour.

All is lost.

With you we had shone.

From you we have been tossed.

All hope is gone.

My life seams so empty,

Without you to see it through.

Oh what a pity.

You could have ruled the Galaxies too.

Rebels are shouting down our throats.

I wish I could quote,

What they had said,

But I wouldsoon be dead.

As my days draw to a close,

I propose,

We should see it through,

Till I find Tatooine.