Before - Legends "You Do Not Sense It" (A Sith Poem)

You Do Not Sense It
or, A Sith Meditation on Killing My Master

Master, you hear me
As I disembark, cold
Fear
Anger
My ship has brought me to you
As you have forseen

The Jedi I have killed
Were sacrifices to you
Master
Master,
There are many more out there
I cannot do it alone

Yes, you hear me arrive
You can taste my rage
Suffering
Pain
I have delivered these things
To your enemies

But, you do not sense my thoughts
Dwelling on you and what you have
Power
Strength
You do not sense my intentions
As I walk down the hall

Do you hear my breathing
From many rooms away?
Soft
Measured
If you could only hear the voice
My breathing has

Your door is shut, Master
As is my mind to you
Anger
Anger
A satiated rage boils deep
I claim lives for myself

These Jedi I have taken
And sent on their fated way
Mine
Mine
These sacrifices were for me
To show that I can strike out

Your door is open, Master
Do you sense your death upon you?
Fear
No
You are above such things
So much power has made you weak

You do not see your coming fate
Do not sense that it is my turn
Hot
Red
My saber will soon glow
And fill this dark room

With all I am destined to be

 

Wow, that's all I can say. Excellently done, Panakas_Dawg. I especially loved this part:

My saber will soon glow
And fill this dark room

Brrr. I got chills just reading that! Well done!

 

Thanks, Geith_Jiseo. I'm glad you liked it.

And I'm glad you got the right amount of "chills" from it.

 

Creepy. I liked it - at times (like the Master, Master, and I cannot do it alone lines) it seemed almost plaintive, and then it became dark, as the Sith thought of his Master's weaknesses, and how he was going to kill him.

 

Very nice! It was dark and haunting.

 

Whoa... that was great. It creates such a dark atmosphere. Very fitting for the Sith.

Great work Panakas_Dawg!

 

Thank you for your feedback, everyone. I'm glad the atmosphere came across for everyone as well as it did. It's hard to do without sounding cheesy, sometimes.

More SW poems in the works.

 

I love how made the Apprectice hate his Master.

 

Yeah, very nice. I like the anger in it.