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A short and not-so-good poem about Anakin Skywalker's destiny.
Fallen Hero
A young man who knew no regret
Chose the wrong path and walked it in vain.
He could walk the stars but there’s no fire left
In his eyes that used to give their light away.
Weep for the Fallen Hero!
He goes by another name today.
Blasphemy has poisoned the Temple,
All the good has gone to waste.
His cape billowed in the wind as he raised
His sword to cut his Master’s life short.
But the fires of hell were expecting their prey.
You thought he was gone… well, he was not!
The Monster that watches you through his mechanical eyes
Used to be a defender of the broken, that’s all.
You tremble when you hear his steps
As he walks just down the hall.
Weep for the Fallen Hero!
Cry your heart out for the Chosen One!
His blue eyes dimmed as hate seeped away.
Oh how you wish his evil could be undone!
Fallen Hero
A young man who knew no regret
Chose the wrong path and walked it in vain.
He could walk the stars but there’s no fire left
In his eyes that used to give their light away.
Weep for the Fallen Hero!
He goes by another name today.
Blasphemy has poisoned the Temple,
All the good has gone to waste.
His cape billowed in the wind as he raised
His sword to cut his Master’s life short.
But the fires of hell were expecting their prey.
You thought he was gone… well, he was not!
The Monster that watches you through his mechanical eyes
Used to be a defender of the broken, that’s all.
You tremble when you hear his steps
As he walks just down the hall.
Weep for the Fallen Hero!
Cry your heart out for the Chosen One!
His blue eyes dimmed as hate seeped away.
Oh how you wish his evil could be undone!