Bespin Security Guard

Above the clouds, where skies are gold,

Lies a city of legends, stories untold.

Bespin’s jewel, a fortress in flight,

Shimmering softly in the fading light.

Cloud City floats on a gas-rich sea,

A haven of profit, where dreams roam free.

Lando Calrissian, the gambler’s king,

Rules this refuge with a charming swing.

The winds whisper secrets, the spires hum,

Echoing tales of what’s yet to come.

Here Vader’s shadow crept through the halls,

Turning hope to fear within metal walls.

Han frozen in carbon, Leia’s dismay,

A smuggler encased as the Falcon slips away.

Luke faced his fate in a duel of despair,

His hand severed, his lineage laid bare.

Yet amidst betrayal, the skies remain bright,

Pink and amber in perpetual twilight.

A city of clouds, both beauty and pain,

Where the galaxy’s fortunes wax and wane.

So let us remember this place in the skies,

Where battles were fought, and truth met lies.

For in Cloud City’s breath, a legend unfolds,

A tale of rebellion, in starlight retold.