[Fic] Dark Lord's lament

[Darth Stephanie]

Revan sat up in bed and reached for carth, only to find the void of an empty bed. Tears rolled down her face as she started to sob. How in the world could she have pushed him away? Why didn't she scream for him as he walked away from her? Why didn't she just run after him instead of standing there, stone faced to the core? Why couldn't she choose him over the sith? Over her own past? " I need a drink." She said as she got up out of bed and walked over to the bar in her room and poured her self a corelian ale straight. As she stood drinking it, she looked out at the night sky thro the open doors to her veranda. She sat down in the chair next to the door and reached behind the chair. There was a rosewood guitar carth gave her. She sighed as she started to play a song that best described her feelings. She started to sing along.

 

We both lie silently still

in the dead of the night

although we both lie close together

we feel miles apart inside

Was it something I said or something I did

Did the words not come out right

Though I tried not to hurt you

Though I tried

But I guess that's why they say

 

Every rose has its thorn

Just like every night has its dawn

Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song

Every rose has its thorn

Yeah it does

 

I listen to our favorite song

playing on the radio

Hear the DJ say loves a game of easy come and

easy go

But I wonder does he know

Has he ever felt like this

And I know that you'd be here somehow

If I could have let you know somehow

I guess that's why they say

 

Every rose has its thorn

Just like every night has its dawn

Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song

Every rose has its thorn

 

Though it's been a while now

I can still feel so much pain

like a knife that cuts you the wound heals

but the scar, that scar remains

I know I could have saved a love that night

if I'd known what to say

Instead of makin' love

 

we both made our separate ways

But now I hear you found somebody new

and that I never meant that much to you

To hear that tears me up inside

And to see you cuts me like a knife

I guess that's why they say

 

Every rose has its thorn

Just like every night has its dawn

Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song

Every rose has its thorn