Death Star II

In the galaxy far, far away,
A shadow looms, where darkness holds sway.
A moon that isn’t, a titan of war,
The dreaded sphere, the Death Star.

Forged in secret, with fear and might,
A weapon born from endless night.
Its hull of steel, cold and stark,
A harbinger, a cosmic mark.

In its belly, destruction waits,
A beam of doom that seals fates.
Planets tremble, systems fall,
Before the power of this dark thrall.

Rebels rise against the night,
Braving the Empire’s blight.
A plan, a hope, to end the reign,
To bring the light, to break the chain.

In trench and shadow, courage gleams,
Pilots’ hearts full of dreams.
With one shot, the fight is turned,
A lesson learned, a tyrant spurned.

But echoes of the fallen star,
Remind us of the scars of war.
In its ashes, new hope is found,
For peace and freedom to resound.

A tale of courage, of fear, of grace,
In the vast expanse of space.
The Death Star’s fall, a legend’s part,
A testament to the Rebel heart.