Before - Legends Darth Nihilus Poem

Well here goes for nothing - and I apologize (I'm still confused at times due to canon issues and such and timelines in SW) BUT here's one on Darth Nihilus I 'brewed, cast and conjured up' just over a week ago:

Fear, Pain, Hunger …
Plagues of Insanity,
Disturbance – By the Force!
Meadows of Shadow,
No Fear nor Emotion,
Not a Whim or Intent,
Yet Utter Emptiness…
A native of Malachor V,
Then the ones I had all dead and deceased,
My life shattered and fragmented,
Yet but I be no more human than I was,
The very Flesh of the Presence,
Yet a Presence of no Essence,
Where I awake, and Worlds Cry,
For they soon shall Die,
For Vain Sacrifices,
Only fuel my hunger … Sustaining my Anger…
Only I would Live and Feed … where the Galaxy’s life all dies,
No Pleasure nor Treasure would Satisfy, only the Dead yet I would survive,
Encased in a mask of Dark Personas,
The Embodiment of Endless Hunger,
Borne of Massed Shadows,
From the Wretched Generator’s Creations,
Yet only I,
Stood before the ruins of my home,
Yet soon, the Galaxy I would roam…

A looming Presence,
Draped in Dark Robes of the Night,
Yet a mask laced Crimson-White,
A look in my face … makes you wonder;
‘Is there even a face or be a Spirit in his Place?’

You cannot not Hide,
Even your Fears One Could Disguise,
For of Fear, Corruption, Naked Pain and Naked Anger,
These Dark Emotions…fuel Passions and deep-seated Despair,
Death in one’s Desire,
The Dark Side claims THEM ALL!
FOOLS SHALL FALL!
Yet none can Fool or Lie,
For only A Sith decides,
Fate forevermore,
Aligned to the Dark Side…

Enticed by a Deadly Hunger,
This be no Ordinary Pain,
Not even a Sith would dare try to Gain,
For my Pains … Evolved to a Hunger only I must Sustain,
It consumed my Spirit, It consumed my form, It continues to consume all Presence … even the Will of the Force!

Destructive Hunger, Unendurable Pain,
Every day … was but like the Dark Space Rain,
Corrosive to the Heart, Destructive to the Mind, Yet I still be Alive…
Nothing I embraced, nothing of the Past I now know…
By then I be not of my old name,
For all my passions too be but Vain,
For Nihilus was now my Name,
The Lord of Hunger,
A Faceless Embodiment … devoid of Emotions,
Yet Clothed in Spirit by the very Hunger … that keeps my Presence in Form …

My Hunger, My Power, My Hour,
No Care, No Honor,
Places rich and lively,
Your doom guaranteed,
For when I sense a Strong Powerful Presence,
My Hunger … will not be denied…Least I unleash … Raw Dark Side Essence!
Cities to Planets,
World after World,
System by System,
Galaxy to Galaxies, ravaged worlds in hunger,
Yet I be no Galactus!
For I cared only for myself, my appetite to satisfy,
Yet each Feeding, the Greed had Grown, The Need continues … to Demand …
Yet this Craving … never Ending …
For this Hunger for Power,
Was nothing one could have felt,
For the Lord of Hunger,
Cares not what he feeds,
So long as he sustains … his Living Needs …

An Uttering, you would stumble,
A few words, you be begging for a Merciful Death,
A Sentence or Two You Collapsed,
A Rage Unleashed! Your soul was claimed,
For whilst Death I deliver in my Breath,
The Lifeless Corpses … would mark my passing …

I feed, I feast for the sake of my Appetite
This be no mere Omnipresence,
I have a quest for Power,
Yet this be no Megalomanical Desire,
For this be nothing one could have felt,
For I leave not just Destruction,
But a System of Graveyards …

Through his consuming potency
All contended to his craving
For one cannot hold efficacy
Of that measure
And see the universe
Like a rational man will

A Triumviate I formed,
With the Lord Sion of the Pain,
And Lady Treiya … whom much I sought to Gain,
Yet betrayed the Allegiance I did,
For the Sith … even I cared not …
For I gave no Force about the Sith in my mind!
Only Hunger – the true Power I chose yet not too sublime,
For since Dawn of the Force,
The Triumviate plots the Fate of the Galaxy,
The Je’dai’s Demise,
For through the Shadows and Fantasies of the Dark Side,
They fuels the my pride, my spirit, my Essence,
Yet Patience,
I could bear in stride…

Yet time and then …
I be betrayed by my very servant
And then the Mandalorians, Canderous
Yet I be freed in the Final Duel of Fates … by non other than the Exile,
Severed by Connection She did,
Yet cast to the Void where I would fall,
I would enter the Emptiness,
Yet the Question Belies,
Was I, the Lord of Hunger … Truly Gone for Good?

Once be but a mortal human, yet now there was nothing left … but Nihilism in his Prime,
A wound left in the Force
The Countless Graveyards,
The dead lay unrested, in pain and agony,
Victims … of my Hungry Despair…
The Eternity of Hunger to Devour,
There was and is nothing more,
For there is only I, Darth Nihilus,
A Wound in the Force …