Short Deathstar Poems

The Land of War

Far and far away 
In a land of the cursed star
Hundreds lie asleep in
The pool of blood
A land that saw 
A never ending war

They begged they cried
Tears made a distant sea
For the hate grew and grew
And the land is haunted till this day
The curse shall be lifted
And the soul shall be free

The word that hunts the land
Says nothing but end the war
It was not the star itself
But the war had cursed the star