An Empire, grown too gross in dignity,
In far-off systems our scene is laid,
Was riven by an inner mutiny
And racked by Rebels who with blood had paid
To seize the plans most secret to their foes,
And in star-crossing ships flee battle’s field;
This evil power, bringer of great woes,
Could kill the very planets; all must yield.
Therefore, a princess carries home the plans,
With agents of the Empire fell and grim
Upon her track; and she vows, if she can
To relight freedom’s torch that they would dim.
So set the stage, and so our scene will play,
So long ago, and very far away.