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Title: Lament
Author: nostalgia
Rated: PG
Disclaim: Lucas owns the Jedi, but not the Anglo-Saxons.
Archive/Feedback: ...both beloved.
Etc: I read a bit of 'Beowulf'. Then I took my four semesters of medieval history and did what I could. This is me first attempt at 'poetry'.
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For Di-ana Wolf, whose words are beauty and whose slash is...hot.

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The rain hits hard the ground, the drops shatter
Turning the stone black. Above the sky is broken,
But such tears are not for me.
his season past I lost my mother,
Lost her to sandy winds on a far shore.
Winter now, and still I tremble. Unsure of myself.
Son now to no one, my heart beats heavy,
As chill as iron. I am a warrior yet a sage,
Fierce even as I weep.
Born, one night among the sand-hills, the stars
Watching as I struggled forth. Never did I know a father,
Many say I had none. Born, a slave in a land of dust.
This was my past, but now I must forget it. Abandon
The roots that held me firm. My birth now replaced
With the beginning of my studies. A warrior now,
Death hanging from my belt. A prayer with the dawn,
Begging for forgiveness. My battle-robes
Are dyed in blood. I left my mother to the beasts.
I watch the tears of heaven as they fall before me,
Can they wash away memory? I slaughtered the demons,
The beasts who took my mother. Their blood is added to hers,
Drying brown upon my skin. A tale of vengeance,
Hidden from my mentor. I know what ways are forbidden.
To seek revenge, I was darkened, to take it doomed me.

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