Bouschh
by Susan Zahn
Silence...dead
silence.
Why does my heart beat so?
Duck down and watch
your step!
Become a formless shadow.
From across the
room I see it,
A cold block of carbonite.
Displayed, a
priceless artwork,
Bathed in a red-tinted light.
I can sense his
presence,
Filling this dark, dank place.
The true spirit
of the Falcon.
The thought causes my heart to race.
Chewie was taken
away from me.
Lando's around here too.
Luke will come as
a last resort.
I pray that this day we won't rue.
Frozen in his
agony,
His pain I can almost feel.
I reach up to touch
his cheek...
Cold, as hard as steel.
I
activate the controls
To release him from his prison.
He
falls forward, seemingly lifeless,
But I know Han Solo has
risen.
