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[Poem]Fires of Malachor


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Hello, everybody. This is a short poem that I whipped up that summarizes the battle of Malachor V from the Exile's eyes. Enjoy! ;)

 

 

Fires of Malachor

 

The adrenaline,

The bloodlust.

 

The thrill that I feel

as I rip through the broken

fields, a death machine.

 

All I feel is power.

Not myself, not my heart,

 

Only pain.

 

Only power.

 

As a charge down the fray

of Malachor, I am determined

by sheer revenge;

 

Show them the mercy

they showed the people

they conquered.

 

Tortured skies

red fields,

screams of death;

 

I remember that day.

The exhiliration,

fleets of ships outshining

the stars!

 

I forget everything.

And then, I knew

only death.

 

Tears pouring down

my mangled and

bloody face as

I thought about

 

The deaths that

my enemies have caused,

and how I was making them

taste the blood they had spilled.

 

For years, I have

prepared for this point.

 

And years later, I will

regret this point.

 

But making the

Mandalorians

feel my blade,

being crushed in

Malachor's grip . . .

 

It was worth every last fiber and ever last wound of my mind, body, heart, and soul.

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