And out to woods the fencer goes
Where nightly shadows long abode
To see what things may dwell in place
There finding friend in all his haste.
In unskilled strength the woods he tred
As strength unwisely stole his dread
Of things inside deserted place
That man had went to sure in haste.
The after long of stalking woods
He came to grove and long there stood
Beholding place on which he gazed
And hidden dangers current laid.
Unserved by calm he honed for length
When building up his hand in strength.
Then sudden sting on ankle felt
A snaring blow to leg was delt.
That brought the man unto the ground
Where anguished sight the warrior found.
His leg was caught in hunter's snare
The price for coming forth to dare
The woods though woods he never knew
The twisting vines of diverse hues.
And long in anguish man then laid
Inside the grove the hurt was gave.
No shouts did reach his friends at length
Though shouts were given all his strength.
And none did come to help him claim
His freedom far from beskar chains
No saber made of light could pierce
For such was forged by hands yet fierce.
But sudden came another sight
That wield strange and purple light...
I knew he was a scoundrel!!! Ashram Dreyus
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The Eight Jedi (Annotated by Chief Archivist Jedi Master Ashram Dreyus)
PoetryBefore the dawn of the Galactic Republic a group of eight Jedi from distinct walks of life are forced to set aside their differences and work together to protect a peasant village from an oncoming bandit raid.
