NOTE: This poem has problems, but I'd thought up the last line and needed a poem to put it in, so here it is. There are some worthy lines in it. The poem is from Mara Jade to Luke. I am not anywhere near an authority on the Star Wars universe, so I've taken some artistic liberties with the characters of the poem. Namely, I don't think Mara was ever really a Sith, but she was close. A Sith in training, or something. I dunno. Eeek!!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any Star Wars characters, especially not Mara or Luke, and I'm not making any money off of this, so please don't sue me.
SEAL
We'll catch stars, you and I,
together,
fields of them, the sky
glittering with suns and
galaxies that we have been
to, before. There is your sand
world, of yellow towers and cliffs, when
you were a boy.
You dreamed, there, once, with
a young face. I love
your face. Your eyes. You a Jedi, I a Sith,
but that was then.
Nothing is fixed, not
even stars. How I used
to hate you. I was wrought
from pain.
But you wore
me down. We dance, now.
No, more. You take my hand, and we soar.