Star Wars One-shots

May the Fourth Poem Special

"Redemption"

I am one with the Force.
The Force is one with me.
I rise to stand on a field of stars, my body
Truly mine at last.

One, two steps into glittering unfamiliarity—
I am suspended between future, present, and past.

Before my eyes appears a familiar stranger,
A graying man—but smiling—
The one I had least wished to see.
He says I walk the skies,
But I feel like I deserve the pits of hell. . .

He embraces me.
My master, my friend, my brother
Embraces me,
Saying I am no longer the monster he felled.

I face I hadn't seen since I was nine
Smirks with pride,
Unchanged by time.

Nearby appear
Master Wisdom and Master Law
They smile—truly smile!
I'm not the little boy they doubted.
They are not the critics I once saw.

But—I was not fit for them then!
How am I now worth their while!?
They congratulate me—
"Well done, Anakin."
"Home at last, young one."
They celebrate a prodigal son.

Bright children's faces scamper by,
Happily chanting my name.
Guilt numbs my ethereal senses—
They're the little ones I'd slain.

I'm surrounded by loved ones I'd learned to dread!
They shower me with forgiveness,
But the very idea can't fit in my head!

There's only one person I have yet to see.
The one I most regretted when my dark self came to be.

I scan the crowd—don't know if I should—
I was pure evil; she was pure good.

My angel of light smiles at me again.
I can't look her in the eyes.
She was my lover, my friend.
I was her parasite—I became her end.

She grabs my chin and makes me look out beyond the starry nothingness, into the Land of the Living.

I see my son and my daughter and friends
Cheering, dancing, singing!

A warm swell within my heart. . .
The Force allows me to restart.
I call my son, my boy, my pride.
I stand with my Master by my side.

My son taught me pure intention:
In everyone there can be
Redemption.

May the Fourth be with all of us, guys!