Rebellion Burns In Flames

Engines burn like fire in the void, I descend into the blackened rift. Breath like thunder in the silence, Feel the tremble as my hands twist. I see them scatter, fragile prey, Their fear trails behind like smoke. Through the metal veins I chase, Until their hope is broke. In the grip of the trench, shadows fall. One by one, I hear them call. The Force bends beneath my hand, And none escape this wasteland. Red lights flicker on the dash, Their fate spirals with every blast. The boy flies ahead, unaware, His heartbeat echoes through the air. I taste the tremor in his mind, Threads of fate he cannot unwind. His friends dissolve into the stars, Crushed beneath my iron scars. In the grip of the trench, shadows fall. One by one, I hear them call. The Force bends beneath my hand, And none escape this wasteland. I hold him now, within my sights, One breath away from endless night. But light fractures the final thread, The smuggler strikes—my aim misled. I spiral into the dark alone, Their cheers a distant, hollow groan. But the Force speaks, I still remain, Bound to hunt him once again. In the grip of the trench, shadows fall. One by one, I hear them call. The galaxy will know my name, And their rebellion burns in flame. Through the void, I will return, The stars will die, and they will learn. For in the trench, where shadows lie, Even hope must one day die.