Coruscant Carol (A Star Wars Rewrite)

Lullay, thou little youngling, Thy parents did thee bear, And in the great Jedi Temple, A dark decree is near; By Order Sixty-Six, A Sith Lord's voice rings clear. O, Youngling, soft and fair, The clones are in the halls, Darth Sidious, he doth seek thee, Within Coruscant's walls, To slaughter them all, Before the Republic falls. Palpatine, the Dark Lord, He holds the Senate's power, And cruelly hath he murdered, The Jedi in this hour, With Force-lightning bright, A dark and wicked flower. O, Jedi Master, noble and true, You came with light and grace, But the darkness has consumed you, Leaving naught but a vacant space; Your blue blade is now red, A shame upon your face. The Temple burns on Coruscant, Beneath the smog-filled night, The Senate's cheers are loud and deep, They cheer the fading light; No mother hears the cries, Hidden from all sight. Then fear the grip of Sidious, And the Empire he doth rear, Lest you too be forgotten, In shadow and in fear; Lullay, thou little youngling, For the reckoning draws near.