The Force
The Force
The Force seems dead, but one survives,
the White light warrior is alive,
to right the wrongs of human-tide,
turn of the planet on its side,
the moral code is strong.
Beget begin, oust mortal sin,
have “of the faith” through thick and thin,
regret 'not' casting from within,
White light Warrior doth begin,
though Death might smite him? Wrong!
Returned from dust to mortal coil,
Avenging Angel, bearing Royal,
Evil cast into fallow soil,
honest men remain so loyal,
one thousand years belong.
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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