The valiant heroine danced,
The noble galaxy her stage,
The radiant stars her light,
The light of the Force the gown she was swathed in,
And the virtuous acts of good her song.
Her movements ever graceful,
And her steps sure and true.
But the dance was interrupted,
The song in mid-note,
And it began to play backwards
In a sinister, baleful music.
The glittering stars began to darken.
Hopes and dreams
Corrupted to darkness to the core.
And the dress she wore
Darkened and filthy and tattered and foul,
Just like her mind,
Purged by the darkness and tribulations of her demons.
Sorrow was her motivation,
Evil was her song,
The tendrils of shadows her shoes,
The wicked acts her dance,
The shards of broken dreams cut her feet,
And the lifeless corpses,
Scattered among broken worlds, her stage.
Yet her movements were in unwavering grace
As she danced among the dead.
Then darkness.
Blinding, blinding darkness.
She groped through the emptiness,
Searching for something to hold.
The dancer was cold,
Oh, so cold.
Nothing, but uncertainty and confusion
In this black, barren mindscape
Of her tattered recollections.
She longed for light;
Something to hold,
Something warm.
A prick of white in the distance.
A light in the end.
And in the end
Was an angel.
Her savior, her hope,
The only home she'll ever need.
The angel took her hand,
And his touch was ever warm, never cold.
The song played again.
Eternal love was their music,
Unbroken promises and protection, their muse,
Shrouded in robes of light, they were,
And a shining future, their light,
And they danced, the duo.
Not among the dead
But among the living
With triumph and love.
