Disclaimer: Big shock here, but I don't own star wars!
PENUMBRA
Thrown down before an Empire,
The republic falls like a youngling whose limbs have grown too fast,
And its knees begin to bleed,
The crimes of bureaucracy flowing forth,
In pools of culpable scarlet,
And the battle rages onward.
In a galaxy of trillions,
A friend turns upon a friend,
An order of peacekeepers reaches the twilight.
A heart breaks,
A hero falls,
The day of reckoning has come for democracy.
A battle for the very soul of freedom,
Conducts its symphony upon the chancellor's pulpit,
Where he would preach his lies,
And ferment his mendacity.
Far, far away, another battle rages,
One held closer to the heart.
Lava flies in molten arcs,
Hatred and treachery burst forth into the flames,
And brothers' spirits collide.
Theirwills dance in furious antipathy,
As the past is forgotten,
And laughter fades away,
Into a dark tapestry.
Love lays cold above the clashing souls,
As her life fades away into the night.
Tears are no longer cried,
For eyes are too sore,
The age of heroes takes a closing bow.
Though those praying and watching pray for an encore of the republic,
It is impossible,
For the actors have fought too hard to continue onward.
A light blinks out,
Stars die,
And the fire of love eclipses,
Into the ever-raging night.
The new Empire has risen,
And the past has been erased,
Light flickers precariously,
And the song has ended,
All that remains are two small anachronisms,
On whose shoulders,
The galaxy's hope rests upon.
