In my darkest hour, greatness offered in form of power
I'm so confused as these conflicting thoughts oft tower
Over this force consuming me so deep I cannot hide
As I seemingly can trust no one with emotions confide
Praying for the rage to end, but from myself no longer cower
A disturbance so potent like a Ral's venom it showers
Blinding me from the good inside as Sarlaac devours
Forgive me for I no longer know truth from who lied
In my darkest hour
Much becoming a Rancor I feel your eyes to me glower
Your my last hope, don't turn from me my Padmé flower
I will return to balance the force atoning the tears cried
Now I must be someone else before by my hand you die
Don't give up on me as for new hope my soul to scour
In my darkest hour
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✨Across the Stars ✨
PoetryI don't own some of these ....... these are just poems I've ran in to , all the poems belong to their rightful owners Also I will be posting my OWN poems I'll write Padmé on the ones I write and I'll also post love letters Book cover done by @...
