Whispers of the Dark Side
"Succumb to me. Give in!" It whispers.
Every second of the day is a battle.
The only reprieve is at night, sleeping.
Even then, not much.
As dreams come.
Dreams of ghosts wanting revenge,
Of friends falling in a quest for vengeance,
A best friend being tormented in service to It.
Waking is horrid.
It attacks with a cruel malice.
It whispers, shouts, and urges in support of sins.
Evilness isn't the Vctim's wish,
But It is there, whispering, as always.
Gleeful when the Victim's temper runs short.
The Victim is sorry and hates that It is there, reveling.
The hate only spurs It on.
Bastila has fallen into Its tight grasp.
The Victim wants to do allow It to dictate the path of life, to let go.
However, Malak still needs to be defeated.
The Victim is the only one, who can do it.
So worries are pushed aside in order to save the galaxy.
