I am trap'd in a slave-like position,

Though I wield a blade, color's human blood.

My angry and hateful disposition

Is spurred by my heartbeat's mechanized thud.

Down to the depths of my dark mind I go,

To the wind-deserts, to Tatooine's sand.

But light still lingers in my mind, like snow...

Like the snows of Hoth, on which I did stand.

Violence and bloodshed consumed my whole life,

Destroying the Light Side of the Force.

In trying to save her, I slayed my wife,

Though I do not linger, lest I feel worse.

Though my mind goes to places where it may,

I know I'll be with you again, Padmé.