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Childe Revan to the Dark Jedi Came


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Hi, folks!

 

Work stress makes me spout poetry for no rhyme or reason (an occupational hazard) and end up writing D-grade spoof poems/lyrics once I get home. I’ve had a lot these past few weeks, so I’m unloading a couple here. Sorry for the weak poetry-fu … I write not out of inspiration, but pathological desperation.

 

The earlier (linked) poem – ‘Twas the Night before SWTOR – was posted in instalments BWF (Before Wiping of Forums). It probably doesn’t qualify as fanfic, but I guess it’s what CommunitySupport calls “writing related to the game”. Slightly edited since.

 

This later one is much less funny, and I’m speculating on Revan’s origins here. Bouquets, brickbats etc. are all welcome, but mostly I just wanna know who should be my next victim. Coleridge, perhaps? Poe? The Bee Gees?

 

'Twas the Night before SWTOR

 

Childe Revan to the Dark Jedi Came

 

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Childe Revan to the Dark Jedi Came

 

apologies to Browning

 

Childe Revan to the Dark Jedi came

His Master, for she had so longtime been

In years of training, planted, sight-unseen

An echo swirling through the Force, a flame

She fanned, as soon was writ into his name

A baleful, silent vengeance all could glean

 

Tenebrous were the distant machinations

Eldritch powers patiently would create

From subtle ichor did the hands of Fate

Sculpt tender flesh and blood for animation

And in the shadows silent acclamation

From muted voices wont to vitiate

 

For knowledge his thirst insatiable

Upon his elders soon did leave its mark

Before the firestorm, first came the spark

Of learning where he proved too quick, too able –

In grasping magics most unmentionable

Passing thus was he twixt the light and dark

 

Knights, not truly tested, from the mint

Their titles won from missions near and far

And yet Fate’s door fatefully left ajar

To shew an end besmirched with crimson tint

And lo, beheld Revan, ere he could squint –

A power grave enough to forge a star!

 

Her quaint conundrums they prepared him not

To answer now to blood’s impassioned call

For intervention now, or not at all

To save the centre from the hidden rot,

That crept through skin, but which the heart forgot

For blinded was the Council by light’s thrall

 

The messenger’s mantle he thus put on

And to his pleas his comrades now held fast

Yet time passed little, ere the die was cast:

A thronging surge of souls rushed in from yon

Besetting him from all sides and anon –

Nightmare vision of a massacre past!

 

As gears of war, the grinding wheel of fate

Had turned their faith to faithfulness asunder

The hunted saved, so now becomes the hunter

No Council’s cold degree this could negate

By Fortune’s motions that were set of late

The knight untested now to test must wander

 

Within his hands he held the masked confession

Of secrets whispered far beyond the Rim

That thus, his woeful heart filled to the brim,

Sought he the way to leave his dark profession

And face a deeper, darker still, oppression

That called him home to grues and fates more grim

 

Loyalty – this much he still commanded

As legions came before him all arrayed

Through hollow hopes and soldiers’ vows betrayed

For though blood-letting seemingly had ended

A menace new had called, from stars uncharted,

Into the depths of Revan’s dreams it weighed

 

The armies sojourning past stars too distant

Bloodlines, loved ones, past lives, left far behind

To boldly seek what angels feared to find:

The brooding source of darkness too persistent

That drew him ever closer, and, that instant

Feverish echoes raged into his mind

 

The noise of war was everywhere! it tolled

Increasing like a bell. Names in his ears

Of all the lost adventurers his peers,—

How such a one was strong, and such was bold,

And such was fortunate, yet each of old

Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.

 

Force Ghosts arrayed along the hillsides, met

To view the last of him, a living frame

For one more picture! in a sheet of flame

He saw them and he knew them all. And yet

Unmoved was he, the Master’s mission set,

As Childe Revan to the Dark Jedi came.

Edited by kampongchicken
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