Many thanks to my dear poet friend, Mark (MT). His inspiration led to the following creation (adulteration). He gave me permission to piggy back on his creation. I am most grateful to my dear, dear friend.
Luke Ponders His Fate
I heard the sound of Darth,
His voice was echo-like and raspy.
As were all the sounds that surrounded.
This seductive, chasmic expanse.
Luring me to stray from being mindful.
Of the power of Darth.
The continuously lurking and killing kind of Darth.
The stomp of the elephant would be fast and final.
Darth’s taunts are blunt, brutal, yet conniving, even attractive.
Darth can sound like the tender trill of the chickadee.
To listen and heed is the continuous erosion of vitality.
Me, an accomplice of Darth?
I could readily see me succumb to the raspy lure of Darth.
What will be?
It is decided by me.
Me thinks I have no courage.
So, I succumb and hide under my pile of dirt
and close my eyes to the world.
And, then the voice in the still of the Garden:
“Adam, where are you?
Richard L. Brewer