Anakin falls. Obi-Wan grieves. What else need I say?

A flash of anger lights his face-

At first it fades with out a trace...

But slowly flames grow from the spark,

An angel's wings burn in the dark.

-o-

Too late you saw, Too late you cried,

Into the blazing, angry tide

That burned his soul, and seared his heart,

Your tears fell, lost in the dark.

-o-

A ragged breath, an outstretched hand...

But you left him there, in the burning sand.

His soul choked, betrayed to pain-

Lord Vader rise! The blazing flame.

-o-

No requiem of silent tears,

His yellowed eyes betray his fears:

No requiem for the Chosen One,

The Dark Lord cries, 'It has begun!'

-o-

So let the Dark Side round him rise,

That flickers in his shattered eyes;

Yet in his heart a shard of Light

Shines still into the blackest Night.

Okay, here's my obligatory Anakin angst. Just to clear things up, Anakin is 'he and Obi-Wan is 'you'. Angel' refers to Padmé. I hope that's not to confusing. Yours Truly is not George Lucas, but I bet I write better poetry than he does. :P Reviews are greatly, greatly appreciated. Please, if you like it, have criticism, whatever, please tell me!

~RandomCelt