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.
