Lost
The dawn that had once spread across the galaxy
The sun-rising with the civility of peace and serenity
Until the sun sunk and night rose
A dark and twisted shadow in the form of an empire
Brought upon by the most feared and suddenly most powerful
One who had been part of the light
Someone selfless and noble and loyal once
He was now darker than the shadows he came out of
Like he were a part of them
His soul, ravaged and broken beyond natural repair with anguish and lies
His mind is demented into believing power is the only solution
And…his only idol, the only being he now devotes himself to
…is enjoying his work…
Enjoying the fact he won the terrible game he played
Enjoying the scene of his artificial servant as his soul is being festered on with false promise and inevitable suffering
He enjoys seeing so many fall under his command with fear and dark thoughts
He enjoys watching the galaxy…die…