Hey, readers! I'm SO sorry I
haven't updated for a while (long time...cough), but writer's block
is such an evil thing...
But, IT'S A MIRACLE! I actually wrote a poetic
prologue! The story itself, though, will be a regular
story...I'd die if I had to rhyme the whole thing...
Enjoy!
--Titan
Darkness Consumes All
Born of darkness
but brought into light,
There is nothing that
can stop
This fallen angel's
plight.
She was once a minion
of the darkness of
which she was conceived,
Then met some strange
Jedi,
one with power our
angel could scarcely believe.
These Jedi,
one Master, the other
in-between,
had shown her what her
life's
darkness could
undoubtedly mean.
They exposed her to the
'light side'
of the power all three
wielded,
but unknowingly—even
to her—
a part of our beloved
angel
had
been unbreakably shielded.
She thought she was
cleansed,
she thought she was now
pure,
Oh, how she was wrong!
Of the darkness now
secured.
The Council of the
Jedi,
the wisest of them all,
had believed the young
angel's power
could unquestionably
mean their fall.
Our angel knew this,
and her sealed hatred
grew
to an influential size;
Still, no one knew.
She feared the darkness
that had once consumed
her being,
she didn't want to go
back,
but darkness consumes
all things.
Lord Sidious was
enjoying
watching his 'former'
apprentice fall,
thinking, She will
soon be mine, now,
once and for all.
Finally, our young
angel cracked,
And Yoda did what was
thought the best,
he exiled her, thus
putting her to the
ultimate test.
She did what no one
thought she would
while consumed by her
plight.
This is the story of a
darkangel,
a story of darkness
dominating lives.
We cannot escape the dark. We think we can, but that is just a lie of the light. Light only hides the darkness, making it creep into corners and shadows. But as soon as that light goes out, the darkness is all too eager to fill light's place, to erase the happy, comforting memory of light.
The dark is patient. It lets light has its turn, but always knows that that lie can never erase the truth of the darkness completely. In the middle of the night, when darkness reighns, we tell ourselves that the light will come back in the daytime. What will happen, though, when the 'day' burns out? When our sun finally extinguishes, what, then, will we tell ourselves in the dead of an unending night? When all light is gone, there is only darkness…..
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Hope you liked it! R&R please!