Fiction Activity

Competition
[Below Zero] Week 1 - Poetry
Textual submission

and a cold wind blows
chilling me down to the bone
I shiver and shake

the droids move within
the clack of metal on rock
shuffling echo

the Force uneasy
I grip my weapons tightly
the Force help us all

oh Naga Sadow
if you shall fight your hardest
surely we prevail

there is no failure
it is not an option see
only victory