Читать книгу #Sonnets - Lucien Young - Страница 12

Thou art of villains paramount, my lord:

A black and gasping emblem of thy kind.

Thine is the helmet, cape and laser sword.

Thou chokest henchmen merely with thy mind!

Thou wert of thy limbs pruned, poor Anakin,

On Mustafar, then hurled in hellish lava,

Yet still thou send’st the rebels panicking.

I would be proud to say thou wert my father!

And though unyielding death may dim thy star

In cruel defiance of thy Dark Side might,

By this fair stanza, thou preservèd are

As though encased in frozen carbonite.

Dread Sith, I pray that thou, of voice unnerving,

Shalt never find my lack of faith disturbing.