If, by uncanny design, darkness is bright,
It is by the universe, a force that curves
Over itself, the fabrics of space and time.
O shadow in the light, for me you burn.
Galactic skylines, starships in armadas.
Space stations, death rays of scarlet.
Planets of annihilation.
Broken moons.
Oceans of tombs.
A woman, a Pantoran, dreams.
When she sleeps, she sees things.
Voices in her head. When she wakes, no more of them
Nightmares…they scare her…when she goes to sleep…
Heavy heartbeats…thunder thumping…and...quaking…
Woman faces her fears…as darkness lingers over her…
Tonight, the woman does not sleep.
The Jedi, she must fly atop the streets.
To get there, she stands on a building.
Not a ledge, on the edge, and watching.
She is a Jedi, accustomed to a hooded white robe streaked in blue.
Or a tan jacket, black pants, a casual outfit, sporting her black boots.
Not tonight. In the dark, beneath the stars, cloudless skies, and moon.
Stands a woman, the lady of night and daylight, donned in a blue suit.
Reminiscent of an exoskeleton, it grants her movement and is form-fitting.
Motionless, silent at night, the woman lowers herself and is now crouching.
Beneath her feet, speeders fly back and forth, speeding beneath the clouds.
Above those streets so far beneath, those who walk the land are so far down.
A woman can’t see them, but that’s okay. She’s not looking at them anyway.
Not at the speeders, the vehicles blaring in traffic, whipping within that wind.
It blows against her, gusts against a breath of fire, fruitless, can’t blow away.
Blue hair down to jaw, a tempest laps at it, but undisturbed is the woman.
In between the zooming things, blurs of headlights lighting the night, a building.
Windows beneath boots and duracrete at the edge of a building and its rooftop.
The woman cannot see within them, has no angle from her position—but sees.
Eyes are closed, her vision is different, ocular prosthetics, the Force is strong.
Now...show…me…where…you…are.
Feminine figure, a still sculpture.
Stands still, lethal but idle arms.
Light the way…darkness...burn.
The woman sees what she was looking for, yes, she senses a presence.
No cards to her heart, this isn’t a game, but the Force is still like an art.
A woman, a Knight, a Jedi, black fire in the night, fighting for the light side.
Against the darkness, the Jedi goes alone, dancing the edge as a Shadow.
Eyes closed, she spreads her arms, she leans forward, and falls off the edge.
And the wind takes her, carries her like a bird, but she doesn’t fly, she glides.
Drifting down, face mask now a crown, a leaf in the wind, facing the planet.
Surface is lost in the mist of speeders racing in mazes and webs of skylanes.
The shadow that falls beneath the moonlight avoids all those vehicles though.
Falling behind the skylane, alongside the building, that skyscraper’s windows.
A way down, the shadow suddenly bursts alight, emerges alive, and it moves.
Quick, sudden, flipping forward, facing the window with two hands, she shoots.
No blasters, no magic, the Force is at her fingertips and it shatters that glass.
Before gravity cruelly drags her further downward toward the ground at that.
Instantly, her own momentum of curling in the air breaks inertia, and she’s in.
Following her Force push, the Jedi Shadow flew through. And now...it begins…
It is by the universe, a force that curves
Over itself, the fabrics of space and time.
O shadow in the light, for me you burn.
Galactic skylines, starships in armadas.
Space stations, death rays of scarlet.
Planets of annihilation.
Broken moons.
Oceans of tombs.
A woman, a Pantoran, dreams.
When she sleeps, she sees things.
Voices in her head. When she wakes, no more of them
Nightmares…they scare her…when she goes to sleep…
Heavy heartbeats…thunder thumping…and...quaking…
Woman faces her fears…as darkness lingers over her…
Tonight, the woman does not sleep.
The Jedi, she must fly atop the streets.
To get there, she stands on a building.
Not a ledge, on the edge, and watching.
She is a Jedi, accustomed to a hooded white robe streaked in blue.
Or a tan jacket, black pants, a casual outfit, sporting her black boots.
Not tonight. In the dark, beneath the stars, cloudless skies, and moon.
Stands a woman, the lady of night and daylight, donned in a blue suit.
Reminiscent of an exoskeleton, it grants her movement and is form-fitting.
Motionless, silent at night, the woman lowers herself and is now crouching.
Beneath her feet, speeders fly back and forth, speeding beneath the clouds.
Above those streets so far beneath, those who walk the land are so far down.
A woman can’t see them, but that’s okay. She’s not looking at them anyway.
Not at the speeders, the vehicles blaring in traffic, whipping within that wind.
It blows against her, gusts against a breath of fire, fruitless, can’t blow away.
Blue hair down to jaw, a tempest laps at it, but undisturbed is the woman.
In between the zooming things, blurs of headlights lighting the night, a building.
Windows beneath boots and duracrete at the edge of a building and its rooftop.
The woman cannot see within them, has no angle from her position—but sees.
Eyes are closed, her vision is different, ocular prosthetics, the Force is strong.
Now...show…me…where…you…are.
Feminine figure, a still sculpture.
Stands still, lethal but idle arms.
Light the way…darkness...burn.
The woman sees what she was looking for, yes, she senses a presence.
No cards to her heart, this isn’t a game, but the Force is still like an art.
A woman, a Knight, a Jedi, black fire in the night, fighting for the light side.
Against the darkness, the Jedi goes alone, dancing the edge as a Shadow.
Eyes closed, she spreads her arms, she leans forward, and falls off the edge.
And the wind takes her, carries her like a bird, but she doesn’t fly, she glides.
Drifting down, face mask now a crown, a leaf in the wind, facing the planet.
Surface is lost in the mist of speeders racing in mazes and webs of skylanes.
The shadow that falls beneath the moonlight avoids all those vehicles though.
Falling behind the skylane, alongside the building, that skyscraper’s windows.
A way down, the shadow suddenly bursts alight, emerges alive, and it moves.
Quick, sudden, flipping forward, facing the window with two hands, she shoots.
No blasters, no magic, the Force is at her fingertips and it shatters that glass.
Before gravity cruelly drags her further downward toward the ground at that.
Instantly, her own momentum of curling in the air breaks inertia, and she’s in.
Following her Force push, the Jedi Shadow flew through. And now...it begins…