A Neimoidian Viceroy Pays A Visit
I heard a noise
Paying it no mind,
Preoccupied with my wood carving,
I hear it again
This time I ask who's there,
A spirit of an Neimoidian
Appears in front of me,
A long scar
From a lightsaber
That took his life away,
Many years ago,
Before a certain werefox brought him back.
Only for him to sacrifice himself
Saying that it was his decision to make,
To save the one he loved
From her inner darkness,
Indicate by the hole in his chest
Where his heart should be,
I ask the spirit who I thought
It would be,
My beloved viceroy,
He says he no longer goes,
By that title anymore,
Even though I know he has the ability to read my mind,
On his feelings of me
Taking a new mate,
He isn't fond of the idea,
He doesn't blame me for moving on.
Before his spirit has a chance to leave,
I call out his name, one last time
With a difficult question I could ask or think of,
Once I'm finished my business out in the woods,,
I stop and saw something
A piece of fabric
It must have come from Gunray's robes,
Wrapping it around my neck
Telling him I love him, always have, always will.