So back to village quickly sped
The four with hearts now filled with dread.
For having learned their dire straights
What village held as deathly fate.
Through woods they wind at fastest speed
The fear of capture none do heed
But simply bend their mind on thought
Of danger bandits present brought.
For many days the journey home
On straightest path they all yet hone
And rest for briefest time each night
Before they rise again to flight.
At last the vale of forest breaks
To village doomed by hand of fate.
To place they quickly bend their course
And speed their feet through use of force.
From work the rest did hold they broke
And quick to men they rushing spoke.
To ask what news the rest did gain
From mission four alone had deigned.
But men refused to speak aloud
Amidst the whole of rolling crowd.
Instead a council small they asked
To give report of thing their tasked.
Into a hut the men now go
And village elder take in tow.
To tell of all the sights their give
By task that leader quick had bid.
YOU ARE READING
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.
