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
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