Saga Hope Still Lingers (short poem/EPIII)

Hello, all. I've finally decided to post this free-verse poem, which I have been hesitant to post. I wrote it to get rid of Darth Writers' Block, so it may be just completely senseless. If it is, I understand.

Anyway, enjoy!!

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Hope Still Lingers

Silence calls
Darkness gathers
Light flees
Sound fades
Within this galaxy
So lost
So helpless

Planets given to greed
Persons consumed by fear
Lives twisted by hate
Peace lost to war
This galaxy spins
On all opposite of good

Night whispers softly
Speaking with the wind
Whose calls and cries
Scatter the silent atmosphere
On this desert planet

Mingling their voices together
The shadows and wind
Echo the pleads
Of those losing

These cries
Though unheard by many
Reach the senses of one
A man
Who
Without fear of the cries
Stands within the middle
Of this desert-planet floor

His face once young and boyish
Now slightly reflects
His worries
Fears
And failures

The wind and heat
Are unmerciful
To his handsome features
However they
Whip strongly across his face
As harsh, cold words
And begin to leave the marks
Of his hidden age

The concern throughout his years
Fails to age his soft, ginger hair
However this planet?s cruel hand
Manages to touch
That which time had not
Thus causing flicks of white hair
To be hidden within the ginger

The strength within his bones
Though it withstood
Many years of training and missions
Was now beginning to stiffen and fade
Causing pain with certain
And otherwise normal for this man
Movements
This began to reflect
By his pace and speed

His skin
Once fair and handsome
Was now beaten daily
By the sun and wind
Causing it to stiffen, crack, and burn

The clothes he wore
Began to grow old and worn
However the man
Refuses to release his enduring cloak
For by it
He finds some comfort and shelter
Which the Sun refuses to give

Though time
Both of the haunting past
And of the weary present
Forced change
On his appearance and clothes
Two things remains the same

The silver weapon
Although rarely lit
And his ever-changing ocean eyes

With the protection of the weapon
The man
Known as a Jedi Knight
Stands in the center
Of the sand-burnt planet
Using his always soft eyes
To glance upward at the sky
Which now reveals
A sky of midnight jewels
Protected by dark velvet

With his powerful arms folded
Within his cloak
Over his chest
Strong shoulders pulled back
Booted feet rooted
Within the burnt ground
Face masked
By an expression
Of thoughtfulness
curiosity
And sadness
And eyes so soft and kind
View the heavens
With hidden uncertainty

His thoughts
The meanwhile
Reaches into the future
Searching it for an answer
Of whether or not
The choices he made
Had cast light
Into the future of this darkness

Glancing away from the heavens
His eyes gaze the night horizon
As the wind once more
Cried out to the canyons
For mercy

Slowly turning his back
On the pleads of the wind
The Jedi Knight walks away
Away from the wind
And its blood-chilling howls

Perhaps in the years to come
Someone will be there
To calm the cries
And to lead the fearful
Out of the consuming dark
Into a blinding light

That one -
The Knight knew
As the wind from the planet
Snakes around his body
Causing his cloak
To whip wildly in the air
That one
Was one who
Without knowledge of his destiny
Must make his own choice
For both his own future
And the future he will never know

The winds cries once more
Pleading for the stars
However the Knight
Steps into his hut
Blocking out the howls
The darkness
The night
the helplessness
And settles on his weary knees
For calmness
Serenity
And Patience

Though Light fades
Darkness grows
Life dies
Cries silence
Hope still lingers

Jedi Knight-
Obi-Wan Kenobi

Finished-

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Thank you for reading. Please tell me what you think.

((Solent))

 

His skin
Once fair and handsome
Was now beaten daily
By the sun and wind
Causing it to stiffen, crack, and burn


Just from reading through that stanza, I knew it was about Obi-Wan and his living in the desert of Tatoonie. Good poem.

~aeryn

 

With his powerful arms folded
Within his cloak
Over his chest
Strong shoulders pulled back
Booted feet rooted
Within the burnt ground
Face masked
By an expression
Of thoughtfulness
curiosity
And sadness
And eyes so soft and kind
View the heavens
With hidden uncertainty

I like how you discribed him in this part. The poem is awesome.I can't write poetry for the life of me so whenever someone else does it sounds so amazing.Keep up the good work!It's great!!!

 

AERYN_SUN - Thank you!

Cammi_Kenobi - Thanks! I was working on sharpening my desciptions when I wrote this. I'm glad you liked it.

Thanks again!

((Solent))

 

Completely easy to follow and picture your descriptions.

We all get older, our Jedi retains his strengths in his changing body. Even though your body changes, the mind usually doesn?t.

I liked how he kneeled at the end, never giving up his old ways and still has hopes for the future.

 

Altaira - Thank you, I?m glad you were able to follow and picture everything.

Even though your body changes, the mind usually doesn?t. - I agree, yet with age comes wisdom, and that doesn?t mean your body won?t change.

Thanks again!

((Solent))