Beyond - Legends The 4 Sisters ( SW poetry) : The Tale's End POSTED 12/23

The Four Sisters

It's a series of 6 poems I came up with once during one of my classes. I was wondering what daughters of Palpatine might have ended up like.

it's 100% AU... so don't try and look for it in the EU...

and all original characters.



A Tale Best Untold

Two suns and a third that wasn't
Endless fields of sands, creatures of dreams,
Life on the brink of death's reign.
Who lives there, lives dead.

A story, endless yet never begun.
It is meant only for dark corners
A tap cafe with the worst of the worst
safe there, from a distant ruler with no mercy.

The woman has no name.
Sometimes Miena, sometimes not, depends on the teller
But never the same, and only in dark corners.
Human, they say, or maybe something else...

One day she came, cloaked in black
None saw her face; none knew her name.
The sun burned down on her,
and the white statues besides her.

It happened at night
A stranger came and took her daughters.
She wept but once and then no more
So it happened and so it is retold.

White statues replaced by scarlet ones
and none dared move, eyes everywhere.
4 daughters, names but whispered
and the 4 the mother let go.

In the sea of dunes, lost amidst the sand, they grew,
far from an endless city of grief.
Twin suns their companions while
smugglers came and went.

The voice in the dark falls silent.
It is unwise to say more, to go further.
Scarlet and white still seek Black's daughters.
ears and eyes are everywhere.

The void of space, the reign of silence
has damned this story to dark corners.
And a silent ship glides by
twin suns and a third that wasn't.


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Next post: The Wild One

 

Most interesting. Do please continue!

 

Your talent for weaving words together is intoxicating, almost as intoxicating as the light in your eyes

Awesome, Calandria!

 

Elfsheen Thank you ... and how did I know you'd be the first to post a message I love your poetry... the fact that you posted it gave me a measure of courage to post this here...


Lord Tuvitor awww thank you... my heart flutters to read your words...


The Wild One


Long ago, born in a place of despair
abandoned on a world of death,
she grew and flourished and forgot.
But never did she forgive.

Shauna, the daughter of the moon,
the wild, the free, a smuggler born.
Racing through stars and space
without a thought to spare.

In a fast ship she went
till a pilot she met
with him she fought
against a moon of steel.

A daughter they had
and enemies to spare
and before long
black murder was done.

Two generations dead, a heart of grief
She remembered her wild years
and sought revenge for a loved one lost.
Who would mourn a Wild one?

A husband almost broken
He loved her and knew her
but in her rage she died a stranger
Soon a distant memory of past years.

And sisters quietly grieving
never having understood
never having truly known
the wild one of the pack

Stars live and die
Names come and go
gone she is
in a distant blaze of glory

The void has claimed her
a husband and sisters
the only ones ever close
to the wild one of Black's daughters.

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next post: The Quiet One

 

Whoah this is getting good! thank you! It was by accident that I saw it though. But this is also very good. I've never been able to write long poetry, though I'm working on something. Strange how you can be inspired by "Paradise Lost"

 

Elfsheen Strange indeed I've never read it... but before I take my final exams i'll end up having to (english lit student )

and thank you. Your opinion as a poet means a lot to me. Cause I think you're good. Also that's my first attempt at writing long poetry. NOrmally I keep it sweet but short. (But I'm working on the sequel... about half way done with that )

 

The Quiet One

Stars live and die
and every so often a princess born
sad is her tale, abandoned by mother
past lessons never forgotten.

Shala, the daughter of the light,
the quiet, the strong, the fighter born.
She stands when all fall
yet never holds thought for herself.

An idealist, her perfect match
when he should have fallen
stayed to stand with her
his ignorance his strength.

To her birthplace they went
braving a father colder than space
freeing a mother longing for forgiveness
But chance never came.

Twins and a son only comfort
as mother, sister, and niece
desert life for the bliss of death
and a husband chasing dreams not his own.

She fights for peace, struggling for victory
but memories haunt
forced to meet past
a black heart covets her.

Husband entwined, in net of lies.
His safety assured, by her blood
an angle of mercy
dying for a fight not her own.

And grieved she is
yet one more sister gone
Somehow the stars spin on,
and the suns shine bright.

The void has claimed her
husband and children only ones
left behind.
by the quiet one of Black's daughters.

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next post: The Fallen One

 

don't have the next poem ready... so I'll just UP








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Error: Only 1 message post per minute is allowed.

that is annoying...

 

Little late, but better late then never!

Great post again, I marvel at the way you think all this up!

Hey you an English lit student? I study English, also literature, but more in a general way

 

neat Elfsheen. Actually my major is english lit and my minor complit... am a literature freak


The Fallen One

A void unclaimed
a darkness unwarmed
The heart corrupted
before taken from it's source.

Isidora, the daughter of darkness,
the fallen, the dark, the evil born.
Returned to her father
a god to her mind.

Black one's orders
she follows with no fail.
Her soul black
and tainted with evil.

In a dark corner
her sisters still rule
but locked it is
and few can reach it

Killed a brother
to assure her claim to throne
helped kill a father
to gain an empire

With fists of iron
ruled her world
till a sister returned
long thought forgotten.

In the quiet of night
when no guard she raised
her blood spilled
as a knife cut her deep

None grieve her name
none curse her passing.
none remains
who'd call her friend.

All those sad of her blood
but even the 3 sisters
mourn not
the fallen one of Black's daughters.

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next post: The Forgotten One

 

Black one's orders
she follows with no fail.
Her soul black
and tainted with evil.

Okay...favorite stanza...very spooky!!!

One thing I haven't really figured out yet, are you using blank verse, because some things rhyme, but others don't...or am I too stuck in the Renaissance period?

 

I'm not consciously using any particular kind of verse form. I was never very good at writing something completly in one kind of form or another. So I just write it how ever it comes. (hope that made sense...)


The Forgotten One


Memory lasts
only this life's last breath.
What of those times,
when none lives to remember?

Ruesa, Daughter of the void,
the forgotten, the shadow, the ruler born.
From behind she rules,
the lives of her sisters.

Once upon a time,
the sunny one of the sisters,
but memory forgot,
that a fourth one lived.

Taken to a place,
many thought myth
she was raised a queen,
Drakonia's pride.

Powerful, and wise
she watched from afar
as all the first born
died at the hands of the third

Angered beyond remorse,
she swooped down
from a sky of shadows
and challenged the Fallen.

The blood clings to her hands
her soul feels brittle.
A daughter and a son
watch her with sorrow.

The endless stars
call her name
they sing sweet songs
of peace and bliss

Old she grows
memories dim
and now who remembers
the Forgotten One of Black's daughters?


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next post: Tale's End

 

Last post so soon or just the name of the next part?

Excellent post agsin. neh, I know what you mean, writing in verse form isn't very easy to do

 

last post for those six... I'm writing on another 6 to go with this. But I'm not entierly happy with them yet so it might be a couple of weeks before I'm done with it...

Tale's End

long after the last traveler
stopped listening
and moved on
one sister lived on.

But the stars care not
for the struggles of mortals
and it seemed no more time passed
than the blink of a moment.

Vaguely she remembers
the one called wild
the last who'd been born
the first to die.

Sometimes she sees
the quiet one
standing silently before her
as silent as the day she died.

Of the fallen one she knows
that it was her own hand
who stilled the beating
of a festered heart.

and of her self
the one called forgotten
she knows only
that she once was.

Now the memories grow dim
as the flame of her life
fades
with each passing day.

Her daughter sits and watches
sometimes catching
bits of words
phrases of the past.

And the sun burned out,
spinning slowly
through the void
from which they had all come.


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Coming soon to a posting board near you: The Profecy

 

Nice Ending Job wel done I say!

 

Thanks Elfsheen. It sprung up from my bored mind during a class a couple of semesters ago... I'm glad there's people around who like it.

 

Those were great poems!

~*Mariana*~

 

Thanks Mariana

Glad you liked them.