Inactive Volcano
A broken indecisive shape roams the ends of town.
It is said that with his hat he covers up his misery.
No one had ever seen him before, or so they thought.
No one thought it was the evolution of what once had been a heart.
Before, vibrant and red in color;
Passion compared to lava for its fiery intensity.
Now, a grey cloud follows his every move,
In attempt to rain and chase anything that might spark a smile.
Han was once a soul,
With a princess as his goal.
But time proved wrong and his essence was not enough
To keep alive a fire while she buried it with sand.
Her last strike was a fatal one,
Without mercy the last flame died.
Laying there submerged under the sand
With no chance of ever lighting back.
He now then picked up the ashes and burnt logs,
Parted with what was left of his all.
Little did he know that things would never be the same.
For little Han Solo had lost the game.
Unable to erupt,
To keep himself alive;
An Inactive volcano
Now became his life….
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