Posted by: Natasha A. Morea | 04/25/2012

Ode to the Sith

He moves with a purpose,
exuding strength and might,
eyes looking onward,
toward the enemy in sight.

No fear in his heart,
just a whisper on his breath;
a curse to his opponant,
in his eyes, is only death.

His anger rises swiftly,
on his concious, no remorse,
just a hunger for the violence
as he calls upon the Force.

His hand goes for the crimson blade
that rests upon his hip,
his fingers spread, as lightning bolts
rip from his finger tips.

He feels the fear around him
as the conqured try to flee;
he hears the screams of anguish,
but ignores the tearful plea.

He continues his assult,
they will die or they will yield;
a testament to power
for the empire he will build.

He moves among the fallen;
living legend, walking myth;
all hail to the Emperor
and bow before The Sith!


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