DESERT WINDS

by JEDI JEANNIE

Archive: Master/Apprentice

Category: Poetry, Angst

Rating: PG

Warning: Post-TPM/Pre-ANH

Summary: Ben's exile

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Disclaimer: Rights belong to George Lucas.

(c) August 2, 1999

This is my first piece of Q/O-inspired work. I hope you enjoy it.

               Hot winds blow
                         Against my face,
               The desert sands
               As empty
               As my heart.

                        Smoldering ruins
               Are my last memories
               (*Oh, Qui-Gon!*)
                        Of a world gone mad.

                        The years have passed,
                        And I have grown old
                        In service to the Force...
                        (*Master!*)

                        I try to escape
               The merciless sun
               As it bakes this world,
               But for me,
               There is no escape.

               I must wait
               In this wretched place
               For he who is
               Our last hope.

               How fitting
               That I should
               Serve my sentence
               On a world I hate.

               I have never liked
               Heat,
               And now,
               It beats down
               Upon me.

               And this is the place
               Where *he* was found.
               The one who destroyed
               All that I knew.
               All whom I loved.

               (*Oh, Master!
                          Why do you not
                          Come to me?
                          Am I such a failure
                          That you wish no longer
                          To know me?*)

                        But I receive no reply
               As the winds blow
               Yet again,
               And the sands grow hot
               From the endless sun.