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Rated K+ for a fairly abstract description of death.

Please don't sue me because...
I do not own Star Wars; Disney (!) does.
I do not own the character Mitth'raw'nuruodo or the events of The Last Command or the line "But it was so artistically done"; Timothy Zahn does.
I do not own the line "and even stars go out," a reference to the Revenge of the Sith novelization; Matthew Stover does.

I do not own a Star Destroyer; Thrawn does.

REVISED: I do not own a Star Destroyer...YET.

Just kidding.

Read and review! (Hopefully positively, but constructive criticism is also appreciated, as long as it's tactful.)

Choking still quiet
Agonies throes of death
You coldly watch yourself die as you watched others
Exactly the same
Symmetry

Pinned to the chair
In which you masterfully plotted in in life
Symmetry
Transfixed by a spear of pain
Like an insect
Like how you looked on others
Is your arrogance regretted
Or justified in your last breaths?

Freeze
For your final tableau
You wouldn't miss this even in life
Crimson floods over white
The same red glow that dispassionately watched over all before
But that is dead now
As the white heat of the stars is suffused with red
And even stars—
And even stars go out
And the light fades from your eyes

Is there regret?
Is there sadness for a fallen hero
Or a mastermind of risen ruthlessness
Or is there only the intensity of a final image
That deludes the mind into imagined passion?

Whatever the case,
The irony itself was beautiful.