Just a short poem I thought of whilst watching Episode 2, attack of the clones.
Enjoy!
Mace Windu
A warrior of old
So strong
So graceful, so bold
He carries a 'saber
With a violet hue,
That protects him
From anything,
Until the fateful day
He met with his enemies,
The Sith
Who strike down the Jedi
Until almost none are left,
He fought them
As they struck down his allies,
He almost won,
Almost struck down his enemies,
Until
Some one betrayed him,
And he fell.
Well, its short, and it probably stinks, but I posted it anyway. Review!
