#skywalker
The Negotiator, they once called general, A wise old soul, with so much knowledge gained. No longer a warrior, nor even a knight but now a hermit who watches.
Faith within him,steadfast and true, even as life unraveled , his devotion remains. He believes in peace, in the quiet of knowledge,
facing chaos with a steady grace.
Finding harmony in a heart that endured.
A long time ago, the light shattered beneath heavy, darkened shadows, obscured by a politician’s sly smile.
Strings were being pulled from every direction but there was nothing but lies and deception.
He watched it all turn to dust.
As liberty died to the sound of hollow cheers. There was no time for grieving, he only saw shadows gathering of an empire rising.
His heart seized at the sight of the fallen youth, and in that silence, the message became clear:
to endure, and persevere.
He fought one final battle, flames tugging at his heart, heavy smoke choking the ground.
His courage and wisdom waned as he struggled for higher ground. His strength slipped as he turned his back on the brother he once held close, leaving the boy alone.
He had nothing left to lose, and he watched over an angel who could no longer hold on,and had to let go dying of a broken heart.
Yet even in the deepening night,a new hope began to rise.
A chance to stand against evil begins to form slowly, steadily growing, yet in need of protection. It feels like an impossible task, if not for the lingering force of good that still remains. The hermit, now hidden, keeps watch over what he must protect. His loyalty remains unmatched, as purpose once again gives him a mission.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 10:56 PM UTC
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*...he dreamt of her,
the one who could dance about
twin suns in cantina lace,
course through the veins
like power converters,
and scare far more
than a pack of raiders on the prowl.
...she who laid out
in the sands of Anchorhead,
and became a seductive sculpture,
her howls mixing with the wind
through Beggar's Canyon,
and turning into flame,
ascended like nomadic campfire
in an ocean of night
as far off as Mos Eisley.
...the one resembling Camie,
who bought farm water
for her off-world thirst,
he dreamt of her, you know,
he dreamt they would inevitably marry,
and settle down deep in the feral
of their desert love.*
~
Mar 4, 2023
Mar 4, 2023 at 1:21 PM UTC
What exactly does
A stormtrooper's armor
Protect him from?
Based on their troubled history,
Shouldn't Death Stars
Have been named
Death Traps instead?
A novice like Luke
Could immediately sense evil
In an unknown tree,
Yet, Master Yoda couldn't sense it
In a person he was around everyday!
Explain that to me?
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 12:48 AM UTC
I know how hard you’re trying:
caught between what’s good and what’s right,
triangulated by compliance to a routine that leaves you restless.
You’ve spent your childhood dreaming of ‘somewhere else’
but now that you’re here, you dream again:
of ‘somewhere new.’
You can’t pin down a pilot,
and you’re a high flyer
with a heart for danger and full of desire
from the stardust in your veins
and the galaxies mirrored in your eyes.
You’re no Harry Potter--
their attention drives you wild,
craving counteraction to the demons that
followed you from your home planet
and have tainted your every breath.
*(he’s got stars in his smiles
that stretch like galaxies.
oh, god, you know what that means.)*
Like I said, you can’t pin down a pilot,
and you don’t want to be found.
You’ll push and push until your heart gives out,
compensate and retaliate by breaking the hearts that beat for you.
If you’re going down,
they will too.
You’re a beautiful disaster creating
new paths for strength to rise out of,
a beautiful disaster caught between cliffs and a hard place.
You wanted to touch down on every planet in your system,
but you never planned
on your engines failing.
You can’t pin down a pilot,
not until he’s crashing.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC