Just a short poem I thought of whilst watching Episode 2, attack of the clones.

Enjoy!


Mace Windu

A warrior of old

So strong

So graceful, so bold

He carries a 'saber

With a violet hue,

That protects him

From anything,

Until the fateful day

He met with his enemies,

The Sith

Who strike down the Jedi

Until almost none are left,

He fought them

As they struck down his allies,

He almost won,

Almost struck down his enemies,

Until

Some one betrayed him,

And he fell.


Well, its short, and it probably stinks, but I posted it anyway. Review!