This poem (I have a few of them) is about a Jedi that survived Order 66.
I don't own star wars
Last One Standing
Always admiring; somewhat wary
I do not wish to be their adversary
But desperate times call for desperate actions
The Senate and its many factions
Has forced me to do what I must;
A General fighting a war of luck
Watching my men as they are killed with no mercy
Watching planet's orphans; I know they are hurting.
Using their worlds as bases
Jeopardizing their freedom
I wish the controller of this nightmare could see them
Safely tucked away in a private oasis
Leading the war through its many phases
But he is blind for he does not see
What the ones that stands on the frontline will see
Saber in hand, dreading the kill
It does not matter that they are droids of metal.
I stand here on this torn battlefield
The last one standing
I hate what I see
Who knew the force would do this to me?
The massacred Jedi
All bloodied and beat
Killed by Commandos with different loyalty
My Padawan dead at my feet
The last one standing
Is still always me.
Ta-Da! That was depressing. I am deep. :) Just kidding! Anyway, please review, criticism welcome; my poems are not that good.