The Edge of the World (A Kylo/Ben Poem)

 

 

 

 

The Edge of the World

I’ve been to the edge of the world,
And peered below into the darkness:
Seen the vastness of eternity…and held my breath.
Icy waters rushed past my bare feet. Burning cold.
Searing flesh, freezing memories.

I’ve straddled the edge of the world,
Dangling, one leg on each side; waiting to choose
To finally choose…unsure but desperate.
Seeking relief, needing relief
Demanding relief.

I’ve leaned over the edge of the world,
Seen the whole of the universe waiting,
Felt myself break into a thousand sharp pieces.
Still unsure of letting go, breaking free,
Of giving up to the unknowns of forever and eternity.

I’ve decided my fate at the edge of the world,
Resolved to pull back, to tread the waters home.
And feel each stab of pain
Like rays of sunlight on my face.
To try, again and again and again.

I’ve survived temptation at the end of the world,
Fought back the false promises of peace;
Destroyed the source of the whispered words;
Tore down the lies, the promises of artificial escape.
Stood up again and backed away slowly.

I’ve lost a part of myself to the edge of the world,
Straying so close comes with a heavy consequence;
And now part of me is lost forever:
My mind, my heart, my soul, my sanity.
I can never be whole again.

I’ve been to the edge of the world,
And I found my way back home again,
Determined to try the game once more.
Knowing there will always be a part of me that is tainted,
Ruined and panic-driven by the wilds of forever and eternity.

 

Another lost poem found, another character found shining through. These words weren’t written for him, but now it’s his face I see peering across the darkness at the edge of the world.

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Blood and Ivory (A Padme Poem)

 

I was a Queen once,
In a game of chess.
Pale, milky-white ivory
Shaped and rounded
In the mold of my foremothers,
Unchanged after a millennia.

Demure, silent, cold, reserved,
I was hidden behind pawns,
Protected by knights,
And sacrificed by a King,
A King who should have loved me.
Why didn’t he love me?

I was a Queen once,
With blood on my ivory hands.
Dark as rubies, red as wine,
It dripped from my throat,
And splashed on the marbled stones.
Why couldn’t he love me?

 

I wrote this poem several years ago and recently rediscovered it while playing around on my computer. It originally had nothing to do with Star Wars, it was just a story that needed telling, but as I reread it this time, Padme’s face came to mind. I couldn’t help but think of her bravery, her fiery determination, her ability to love wholeheartedly, and ultimately the tragedy of her short life and the lasting impact it had on the entirety of that galaxy far, far away.

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