Twin Sunned Skies

In a world where having the higher ground wins any war.

In shadows deep where echoes play,
Beyond the edge of night and day,
There lies a truth, both strange and stark,
In whispers born of endless dark.

A lightsaber hums through silence still,
A blade of flame, a test of will.
It carves through fate, through time, through lies,
A star borne fire beneath the skies.

The wind will speak of power's course,
A silent current call it the force.
It binds, it breaks, it breathes, it bends,
It makes of foes uneasy friends.

And from a galaxy far, far away,
Where light and shadow lost their way,
A voice once cold as midnight’s breath
Declared a truth that felt like death:
"I am your father. “Words that fell
Like ash from some forsaken hell.

The stars now burn with wrath and pride,
One path leads deep into the dark side.
Its promise sweet, its pull immense,
Its gifts all bearing consequence.

Still laughter cuts through heavy gloom
A mocking chuckle in the room
Not cruel, but wild, unchained, and tall:
"Laugh it up, fuzzball." mocks us all.

For myth is real and stories stay,
Long past the heroes swept away.
And though no names are here revealed,
The echoes stir; the fate is sealed.

So, choose your path, and choose it wise,
Beneath the pull of twin sunned skies.


Line Count: 40
Written for: "The Writer's Cramp" 
Prompt: write a story or poem that includes ALL of the following - bolded - but do NOT mention Star Wars in any way in your entry.

lightsaber
the force
a galaxy far, far away
"I am your father."
the dark side
"Laugh it up, fuzzball."