In the Eyes of Thrawn

Verse 1]

Gather close, you wanderers all,

And hear the tale of the Empire’s thrall.

Not born of Core, nor raised by throne,

But from the stars where wild minds roam.

A man of marble, calm and blue,

He studied art — and so he knew,

To break a world, you first must see

The soul that hides in tragedy.

In the eyes of Thrawn, the stars align,

He draws his plans with flawless lines.

A ghost in white, a war in hue,

The galaxy turns to midnight blue.

He saw in death no loss, no cry,

Just patterns shifting in the sky.

Each fleet he broke, each foe undone,

A lesson learned, a battle won.

Yet loyalty, a brittle flame,

Burns bright in hearts that bear no name.

For every victory’s cost is steep —

He dreams in order, but bleeds in sleep.

In the eyes of Thrawn, the stars align,

He draws his plans with flawless lines.

A ghost in white, a war in hue,

The galaxy turns to midnight blue.

Exiled now where shadows lie,

He waits and watches, patient sky.

No throne, no fleet, no praise, no cheer —

Just the art he holds most dear.

In the eyes of Thrawn, all truths are known,

The weak, the proud, the overthrown.

He sees the order beyond the pain —

And swears the stars will rise again.

So sing it low, and sing it long,

The calm commander, cold and strong.

No rage, no roar, no final dawn —

Only silence… in the eyes of Thrawn.