Padme Naberrie Amidala
Isn't she lovely...
Amidala,
Thy speak like the wind that blows
Rustles the leaves and trembles the boughs
Thy grace that lights the earth
Kisses the eyes and springs the mirth
Thy gaze so lovingly deep
Caresses the soul, makes me weep.
Thy time was brief
Forever loved yet a thousand grief
A driving Force of Love
Thine enigma from heavens above.
As we lay our wreaths
Upon thy solemn and sacred grave
Tears awash, with bated breaths
Thy being the altar for the pure and brave.
Hopes torn asunder
Chaos and strife everywhere
Thy death the making of Vader
Upon thee I swear his death!
No more thy wise and trusty counsel
A faithful companion, a fair damsel
Oh, how we mourn and grieve
The Queen of Jedi, you are my Eve.
- Inaesb 2005 -
