Five Grand Masters in a row
The first one said
I told you so
The second one said
Will the Star Chamber be fine
The third one said
Only if the power is mine
The fourth one said
My tenure will never end
The fifth one said
All things will die, when I ascend

"They All Turned Tail and Ran"
A Limerick by Scion Tarentae

There once was a man from Antei
Who studied the Force every day.
The allies arrived
He might not have survived
But from his feet rose a pungent bouquet.

How could we have possibly known
about the special device that Pravus did own
Rumor has it it was given to him by a mysterious mouse
who turned out to be a disgusting louse
It gave him the power to erase
Anything that in his mind didn't have a place
Ships, vehicles, and so much more
Just vaporized if it didn't fit in his lore
We were left with not much to fight
Dang, this just isn't right.

Mwahaha!
Alas, they are not aware
That I, DARTH Pravus,
Is the four time winner
Of the Antei Dance Championships!
Cower at my powerful pirouettes!
Bow towards these aggressive lounges!

Of course he knew that we would fall,
he attacked us hard and it took our all
To stand up to him, our faces grim,
knowing our chances indeed were slim.
His troops of hawkbats he did send in,
all at once there was a din
as they all swooped down with guttural noise,
destroying all our hopes and poise
as they latched on and began to tickle
as tears down our faces did trickle.
We laughed and laughed and slapped our head,
til all at once we dropped down dead.
Laugh ourselves to death, we did
and sealed the nails in our coffin lid!

The key, his key to victory,
A weapon of immense proportion.
The final blow a trickery,
Causing a lot of commotion.

Filial Piety

Maenaki stood over the grass covered knoll, shivering against the cool breeze as it fluttered through her dress. Small braids swayed and tiny silver bells jingled through her crimson hair as tears welled up in her sea-green eyes. She pressed her painted black lips together, brow creasing as she held at bay the fountain of pain. The half-breed felt a slight burning in her lungs and - as she realized she been holding her breath - a frail gasp escaped her lips, breaking down her control.

The Seeker dropped like a stone. Her knees hit the dirt, raising her hands to cover her face and shame. She wept sorrow filled rivers and her body trembled with the force of their expulsion.

“Mommy…” she sobbed, her heart pounding so loud it seemed to compress her other organs, balling them up inside her. Maenaki’s guilt permeated the air around her, seeming to frighten the soft breeze into silence .

“I’m so sorry.” The Seeker whispered, “I never meant to let her out of my sight. I couldn’t find you and I let her die. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

She felt a cool chill across her shoulders. A spectral image of her younger half-sister had draped its bloody arms around Maenaki’s shoulders, weeping into her hair and turning to face the Seeker after realizing no tears could come forth from dead eyes. The women sat in silence, clinging desperately to each other’s presence. Although they could not touch physically, they could **feel** the emotions that burned their insides in the empathetic bond of the blood they once shared. The young Zeltron mouthed soundless words. The Sephi heard them loud and clear.

**It wasn’t your fault.**

The living and the dead collapsed against their mother’s grave and wept with the burden they bore, sorrowfully together and apart forever.