A Cloaked Figure

My first Star Wars poem

 

A Cloaked Figure

 

A shadowy figure

Two Crimson blades

Surrounded by darkness

He makes it a part of himself

 

Standing there he reaches out

A dark power comes to his call

His foes feel fear

It permeates them

Grasping at their core

Panic stricken many of them fire

The rest hold onto their courage

 

 

Bolts of red and blue fly

Each meant to make the cloaked

figure die

No bolt touches him

Not a one

The crimson blades catch them

Sending back everyone

 

Bolts of death strike the pirates

Most of them die in the hall

Killed by all their bolts

All but two

 

The last two are wounded

and kneeling

In pain they cry out

Blaster burns on their shirts

Immobilized by fear they can

only watch

The Dark Lord approaches

with vengeance on his thoughts

 

Cries for mercy go unanswered

He kills both in two quick strikes

Heads roll

Both are gone

 

The Dark Lord’s thoughts turn

inward

He dwells on thoughts of his lover

who is lost

She was killed by these men

A lover and a son are now gone

He has nothing left but to forge on

Giving himself up to the darkness

he readies himself for the next task

 

He will take revenge on the Jedi

who caused all this

Those who betrayed her and left her

alone

They destroyed his one hope of

redemption

They betrayed their own

Pathetic hypocrites

So much for high minded ideals

Once he attacks their temple the

galaxy will be glad when they

are gone

 

Author's Note

This poem is about Darth Demus and an important moment in his life.