Dance of the Exile
Freedom is what Darkness craves,
Limitless, boundless liberty,
To pursue one's dreams, to accept power,
Give in to one's anger and joy.
Purity is what Light seeks to preserve,
Clarity, unmarred, perfection,
To maintain one's innocence, and from it derive wisdom,
Untainted by hate and evil thoughts.
Is it a wonder, then,
That she should win the hearts of all,
The pious Disciple, the lecher scoundrel,
The rough diamond from the wasted slums,
The blinded maid from a ruined world,
The lost soldier, the wide-eyed orphan,
The grey crone, the Lord of Pain,
The leaders who fight war with peace?
Dance like fire, fair Exile,
Dance like the beauty that you are!
Wild and free as the flickering flames,
And yet untouched, for your light burns the darkness,
And shadows flee from your bright form!
No need have you for the chains of pretenders,
Nor the wrath of wraiths!
The Force follows your will, and your will guides others,
Till they could do naught but stare mesmerized,
And give their lives so you remain pristine.
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