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