Yitah!

Cautious and fearful
The stormtrooper walked
He kept his light rifle
Electronically cocked
His boots crunched loudly
In the dry forest grass
He hoped that the natives
Would just let him pass
He snapped his head right
What was that noise?
He shifted his stance
To a firing poise
He growing fear gave him
An adrenaline rush
He fired randomly
At the thick forest brush
A spear head flew out
From behind a charred tree
With a pain in his chest
He fell to his knee
Somewhere far off
Shrill voices cried
"Damn little Ewoks..."
He said as he died

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