liberty dies [star wars poetry]

07; Padmé

Majesty.

Don't get lost in your mind.

Never.

You're light. Remeber summer's lullaby when the stars fell into your hands.

You're part of the air.

She's walking on the edge of the universe,

wondering if things will ever be alright

chasing stars in the middle of the night

she realizes dark even in space.
Maybe they were meant to apart forever.

But she knows him...
She knows dark can't kill his fluorescent soul.

You live throught his heart.
You live throught her eyes.

You are part of the light.