A long time ago

in a galaxy

far far away...

There ruled a 

heart

of kindness,

that for a Templar,

the Grail.

The bliss

is in perfection,

In formation

were quintessence

of peace

in what seems 

to be 

penultimate.

And in state

reinstates

the genius

by bond

that treasures

creatures

created

from psalms

of verses

with courses

of presents

in blank.

There are heroes

luring 

the songs

and the sound

And there's 

heaven

singing

with trumpets

in the absence 

of clouds.

But time

was gone and 

it went

so blank

Darkness

orbited 

and the lights

went black

Holes embraced

the Race

disgraced

by Faith

and it's late 

to be safe

from condemnation

where Redemption's 

a fool

It's full

of denial

It's bridal

from eclipses

of the moon

and the Sun 

was stolen and 

murdered

by the glimpses

of the Hades' tune.

There came a prison

of invasion

invaded 

and imprisoned 

with the

formation

of quintessence

of artifice

with contempt

and those Stars 

go tempt

the Land 

with Love

coated

with hate

in the state

they make

a revolution

rotated

and twisted 

from truth

to keep 

the worlds

from thinking

and resisting

the embrace

of the taste 

of the sweet 

quintessence

of strife.

And the world

is now waiting

for the Templar

to come.

Waiting 

for heroes

to be a thousand

in

One.

For the world 

is thinking

all about 

the hate

and prays to the devil

on His Perfect State,

And the world

embraces the kiss

of the darkness

by light.

From a galaxy afar

that had been long 

so lost

—Life.

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away, there lived a boy, who seemed to be normal. As he seems to live in a normal world. But one day... 

“Ohhh come on! How many stories like, this are you going to tell us grandpa?“, asked Tom.

Well, umpfh. So... I’m going to tell you a true story, written by true blood. 

“Dad come on! The child should go to sleep soon. He shouldn’t have nightmares.“, said James.

But you want me to tell you a story right?

“YES!“, answered both at one time.

A long time ago, I felt like I was in a galaxy far far away from any humanity. When Hitler rised...

“Helmut stop telling those old stories. Noone wants to hear them anymore.“, screamed his wife from the kitchen. 

So... What stories do we want to listen to these days? Isn’t news chilling enough? Didn’t Hollywood already come up with the craziest things you could imagine? 

I don’t think so. So let’s start to read again and become creative. Create your own universe not far far away, but in your brain.

A long time ago, in a galaxy far away...

Roderich's hands skittered over the piano in desperate strokes, coaxing a desolate melody from the translucent keys. It didn't matter that everything was fading - he had all the notes memorised, forever ingrained into his fingertips.

The melody blurred as Roderich felt himself heat up, blood rushing and heart pounding as he slammed his hands down in a terrifying finale, a trickle of some liquid running down his cheek.

He didn't pay it any attention.

The wrong notes had gotten the best of him.

There lived a man, who was kept alive by a memory.

The substance started to slide off his porcelain cheek, splattering onto the piano. Roderich didn't heed the sign, continuing to pound, refusing to look anywhere but at the instrument.

The man loved music, above all -  the memory of when everything was solid and beautiful.

Roderich's breathing slowed as the melody softened. Everything blurred, wet and sticky, like the remains of a carcass. Which, in a way, it was. The notes screamed out.

Once, the man lost his music.

Hands came, tugging him away from his beloved music-making machine. Roderich choked out a scream and looked behind him, clawing at the pale hands attached to his own.

They were relentless, and Roderich could only watch helplessly as his piano faded into nonexistence right before his eyes.

The hands let go, and Roderich flew over, kneeling, looking desperately at where the piano used to be. A strangled sob escaped from his fragile throat and crystal tears pattered the ground, fallen from violet eyes.

The hand was on his shoulder, an arm around him, protective and nurturing.

Restraining.

"Rods." The nickname . Roderich used to hate it, but at that time he clung onto it like a lifeline.

"Hey. Stop crying. You knew this was going to happen." A hand in his hair, ruffling it, messing it up. Roderich didn't bother to push it away. Instead, he stayed quiet.

"You have to come out of the Box! I know you love that damn music of yours, but..." The hands rested on his cheek.

"Come out. Your piano's gone now, but I can get you a new one. Stenwhy, right? What you wanted?"

Roderich stifled a chuckle. "A Steinway," he breathed, his voice cracking, a ghostly whisper. "A Steinway," Roderich repeated, feeling a new life seeping into him, bringing blood to his cheeks, vigor into his eyes.

He raised his head. Ruby eyes met him.

"Whatever." Arrogance. He missed it, missed it like he missed the sun. It was his sun.

"Steinway. Fine." Roderich saw black boots in front of him. He rose, looking the other in the face.

"You'll get me a Steinway," Roderich whispered. Those eyes captured him, drew him in.

"Damn right."

Roderich felt himself being pulled into a kiss.

He smiled joyfully.

The man lost his music, but he found something better.

That thing made him truly happy.

And it would be his, his forever.

A long time in a galaxy far away, there lived a girl. She had chestnut hair and laughing eyes. She liked to gaze up at the stars, and on sunny days she would sing.

Not so long ago in a galaxy not so far away, there lived a young woman. She had ran away from home, and lived on the verge of nothing. She walked a line between good and wrong. But she still looked at the stars, and she still sang, her voice rising in the air and gathering in one man's heart. She fell in love.

Years ago in a galaxy that is neighboring to us, there lived a woman. She had a house, and she lived with her husband and two kids. Sometimes they would go outside in the nighttime and the woman would show them the constellations. On sunny days, she taught them to sing.

A month ago on the other side of the world, there lived an old woman. She had watched her children grow up and have children of their own. Her husband had died. She was still able to look up at the stars, but she couldn't sing anymore.

Yesterday in a the small town I live in, there was a dead woman in a coffin. It had been a small funeral; only family members and a few friends. She couldn't sing. And her eyes were closed. The night before had been the last time she had seen the old, ancient stars.

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away... a universe so vast, a colorful array.  A Billion spheres of gases burning so bright, yet in a patch of darkness there's one gloomy light. A lone little glow standing so bold, no sun to be seen looking ever so cold. Drawing  in on a planet defined mountaintops of snow,  a disguise to outsiders merely a show. The truth of this world was foretold to begin, a self sustaining energy that lies deep from within. A Source providing  power and a life to adore; yet it shields itself incase some dare to explore. Life here is fragile, the Junko people being the rarest of pure, with no hinders of darkness and that they are sure. The world's a hidden tumbler map very few can see, the planet is the lock and the Junko are the key.  

A long time ago:

In a galaxy far far away-

Nay!

Away so far as the sun never sets

Getting motion sickness

All this twirling and hurtling

Lacka-fuck’n-daisically

At light speed

Xi’en!

You know what this means?!

Fiends of the forgotten

Aforementioned conscious

Recognizance

Found

All around

Responsibilities

Awaiting

Which

Answer

You give me...

-M.E.

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*Xi’en = roughly translates to “all things” but means more like, a call/prayer to all higher-powers/omni-conscious entities as a whole, without exclusion, preference, or prejudice toward any specific ideal.

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away, a young girl with eyes a brilliant blue the colour of deep pools looked up at the stars. She was daydreaming of spending many a night with her lost love under those stars. At that same moment looking up at the stars was a young man, his eyes were drawn up to the sky, although no stars were visible as the clouds and rain marred his vision. He missed his young love and had a longing to see those beautiful eyes, that could see through his twisted soul. but it was not to be, her father had seen to that. So here he now resides in a wasteland poluted with his torment and hatred, far far away in foreign lands, a lifetime away from the only girl he has or will ever love...

“A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...” I’m sick of that movie, make it go away.

Am I wrong to despise it in such a strong way? I don’t care, it must not stay.

A longer time ago, in a galaxy farther away, I wish it were. It causes me such fray!

I’m not religious even though I pray that the next Star Wars will forever be delayed.

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away lived the brutal winds of salanahara and its tense people who did the same thing every day. Farmed the rolling hills and trained the stubborn livestock. Everything was the same for thousands of years until one year when's little girl was born with the name of treasure.