Title: X-wings

Author: Asyr Sei'lar

Twinkling diamonds in the sky. Through the blackness they must fly. Twelve daggers, gray and red. Leaving all their targets dead.

A setting sun through hazy smoke, Cheers arise from all the folk, "We're free! We're free! No more Imps! Say good-bye to all those gimps!"

Freedom fighters, chief starfighter, Up they go with hearts much lighter. Job was done, people freed. Imps beat back with one more deed.

Into battle they must go. Fighting TIEs to and fro. Wings come up into "X" shape. Won't back down; won't escape.

Brave pilots, fearsome ships, Smoothly doing loops and flips. Don't mess with these guys, Whatever you do, Or you'll be dead next time too.