Shining hood of a hallowed existence
Eyes red but tearless
Stare into the face of your executioner
Twisted pride yields no tears
Ideal perfection, yet by the hands of another
His eyes wild, yet theirs staring heavily
I tried to do the right thing
But only smiled in a chilly way
Now breath made a labored sound
Pushed and shoved through the struggling mechanics
Like most things
Made of machine
Spun metal woven and coiled
Steam dynamo of complex design
But if so detailed, why so obvious
In this world, where everything happened
Forged by more than ebony steel
Created through a sun-dazzled world
Sit down, you all, so he can stand
Lifeless to the pull of strings
4 comments:
why are you so obsessed with star wars?
how can you post a comment on your own poem? who is the you in question? me or you? I am not obsessed. Are you? It is a cool poem. Like the pic too and the link to Vader being a machine. But machines are not really evil. what motivates darth to be evil? - elmeer
the setting was invigorating
i find this offensive
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