Who Do You Think You Are

Author's note: Finally, after three months of being preoccupied, I've finally (and I say that in exasperation) come up with something for Songbook. I admit it's been some time, and all the inspiration and the good vocabulary and English that came with it has worn off, but I try, and I hope you still find this as good as the others. Though I'd like to point out the repeat of the rhyme 'me' in the second and third stanzas; as a rule for both poetry and songs, I try not to repeat rhymes, either externally or internally, and so this shows that my poetry's a bit off here.
        This piece sounds slightly rushed, don't you think. I wrote it for JediAmni, who suggested that I do something on a relationship between Anakin and Obi-Wan. And, of course, being the angst-filled person I am, I can only come up with the bad bits first. Don't worry, I'll be putting up some more soon. Apart from that, 'Requiem' won me second-place in a college poetry competition, though it is ironic that the first placed guy won because of a prose on computers. Enjoy. 

A buried desire,
fuelled to avenge -
is this burning hate
I've learned to cradle
by the might of my
hand.
Like a flame it boils,
it seeks you deep inside;
finding that untouched
heart of feeling
struggling to die.
I ignite the flares you've
been keeping suppressed;
hold on to your strength,
master, hold on
to what's left.

But I feel we've come so close,
that we're on the edge,
and I know now one false
move and
you'll be dead.
And I have the sword,
which paints the blood beneath
your feet;
keep slipping down,
unless you accept me.

Eyes blindedto this defiance
welling up
inside of me;
setting the line between
two adversaries.
There're no easy answers, master
to these questions
I ask;
answer this now and then:
who do you think you are?
Think carefully before
you respond, master,
I hold you honourable still;
this may be the end of where we
stand on our final turn.

But I feel we're slipping,
falling off the edge;
an empty bottom below -
fail- and you've
lost again.
And one day I'll have the
sword, that'll
deliver my final blow;
open your eyes, master, or
you'll be standing...all...alone. Written by shelter