O vision most horrendous and most drear.A city in the clouds most beautiful,Beneath a golden sun—as though ’twere heav’n.But hidden just beneath its luster dothA harsh and painful nightmare lurk. I saw,Beneath a sky of orange hues array’d,Dear Leia weeping at some cruel, dark thing—She will not be consol’d from her great loss.And Han, his screams do echo in mine ears,Such cries of suffering I ne’er have heard.What signs are these, what ghosts of future hurt?What doth the Force attempt to show to me?O tell me, Master, tell me plain, I pray:Shall Han and Leia die, is that their fate?YODAA future sight, this.Hard to see is the future—’Tis e’er in motion.LUKEI understand ’tis hard for thee to see,But harder yet the vision echoes inMy head, and reaches deep within my soul.If thou canst not give reassurance theyAre safe, and shall be safe, ’tis I who mustEnsure the same. I will not idly standBy whilst they suffer many agonies.My mind is settl’d: I must thither go.YODADecide thou must, howThou shalt truly serve them best.Mayhap you may help.But also shalt thouSacrifice all for which theyShall fight and suffer.LUKEBut Master, tell me what then I should do?Wouldst thou allow thy friends to suffer thus?Wouldst thou accept the future’s “hard to see”?Wouldst thou ignore the screams within thy brain?YODA[aside:] The boy doth not hear—His friends’ fates I cannot see,But his looketh bleak.Convince him I must,Else he shall suffer greatlyAnd lost is our hope.[To Luke:] Go not, I prithee.The training must thou complete.To my words listen!LUKEThe vision shall not, will not, leave my head.E’en now I witness Leia in her torment,And Han, alone, as if upon some isle.E’en brave Chewbacca cries for what is lost—These signs can only equal tragedy.They are my friends, and I must fly with haste.Or else, I’ll warrant, all of them may die.
EnterGHOST OF OBI-WAN KENOBI.
OBI-WANThou canst not know this, Luke. E’en Yoda dothNot have the pow’r, their final fate to see.LUKEBut I may help them now; I feel the Force!OBI-WANTo see is one thing—to control is yetAnother. Dangerous this moment isFor thee, for thou shalt be sore tempted, inThy rage, toward the dark side of the Force.YODAYes, to Obi-WanThou must listen. The cave, Luke:Recall thy failure!LUKEBut truly, I have learn’d so much since then.I know what I must watch for and beware,I know how tempted by the dark I’ll be,I know this and shall, therefore, guard my soul.I tell thee, Master Yoda, I’ll returnAnd finish all my training. This I vow.OBI-WAN
