Luke/Mara poem that came to me when I was thinking about the contrast between Luke's connection to Obi-Wan after death and Mara's connection to Palpatine. They seemed like foils in a way. So, this poem! Please read and review!
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This is Luke's voice.
This is Mara's.
The dead speak.
In the world of mundanity
This may be just a phrase
But here they hang on
With skeletal grip
After the end of their days
Advice of the dead clings softly
To places in my heart
Their words old and new
Echo through me
Before they finally depart
A bloodstain latching onto life
With gaunt and wizened hand
I don't want your gifts,
I cry, or nightmares
Or commands.
A sacrifice to the fabric of life
Can only be repaid
By the ability to teach
Life a little farther, longer
Until an end is made
The shade of my heart creeps out from under
Its tomb of self-censure
I refused to admit it
But I'm alive now
And kriff! He's dead for sure.
True, the living may feel sad
Almost as ghosts of themselves
Taking their last advice
On death-or-glory charges
From the specter of someone else
And when is life truly worth living
If your only purpose is gone?
At least his words ringing
In my head give me something
To fight against - or rely on
But compassionate in their obscurity,
The dead eventually pass along
To some level you know
Nothing about. You strain,
Barely hearing a hint of their song.
The dead eventually pass on
When you force them out of your soul
Half-submitting,
half-destroying them.
And you wonder if this is you, whole.
The voices of spirits ring in our heads
But now we know it's just crazy us
And we quote their advice
And add some of our own!
To the children who give us their trust.