His eyes have got so weary of the bars
going by, they can't grasp anything else.
He feels like there's a thousand bars,
a thousand bars and no world beyond.
The soft tread of his strong, supple stride
turns him in ever tighter circles,
like the dance of force about a centre
in which a great will stands, stunned.
But now and then, the curtains over his eyes
quietly lift... and an image enters,
goes through his tense and silent limbs ...
and dies out in his heart.
(The Panther by Reiner Maria Rilke, translated by Paul Archer)
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The Archer
FanfictionCan you see right through me? ~ Anakin Skywalker x Reader | You are a graduate of the University of Alderaan who is recruited to work in the Jedi Archives during the Clone Wars. Your whole life changes when you cross paths with the "Hero With No Fea...
