Saga Thoughts of a Darth Sidious, at a Battle of Endor, A Poem

Thoughts


I have thought,
Of this meeting,
Longer than you know,
Memories; fleeting


I have wondered,
What gift I would bring,
To break your body,
So the wounds sing,


Despair?
That rare treat,
Choking your spirit,
Never fully freed,


Should I tear your throat?
Or sink in steel?
Fingers plucking at your sight,
Make the nightmare real?


A promise of death?
Or a coven of End?
Touch of destruction,
Upon your friends?


Torture embellished,
Upon your tongue?
Truths apparent,
Making sweat run?


I let you choose,
Your demise,
May you cry?
May you die?


Tell me what you need,
So I may steal it from your grasp.
Tell me your love,
On a tongue?s rasp,


Let me have,
Vengeance sharp,
Upon your eyes,
Upon your heart,


We will dine,
On darkness tonight,
Agony sublime,
I feast on light,


You will break?
Swooned by power,
Flesh stroked by fear,
For at this very hour?


Is the galaxies final act...

 

Whoa! Very nicely done. Reeks of Sidious through and through.