It was supposed to be a routine visit
for the Moff ‘s shuttle and its tie escort
no one predicted it would turn out
so different from the Emperor's plan
and have such dire consequences
The docking was watched by a young Rebel leader
from his position high above the port
this is the moment he has been waiting for
a chance to prove himself and strike back
in revenge for the loss of his family
He signals the rest of his group
so they can set up the arranged ambush
one they have been practicing for many months
and now it is time to set it in action
Their hearts are racing
as they take their positions
minds set on surviving this day
whether they live or die does not matter
their efforts will inspire more to join them
to bring peace to the galaxy far far away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes, fantasy. not familiar (me) with Moff's Shuttle et al. let me see one more. poem that is. bri :)