Frist to the fact that you were a slave as a child, with frights
Second to the tears that you lost in those nights
Third to your seducement
Fourth to her thinking that you were satisfied by her refusement
Fifth to the unconscious seventeen year old who will not know that plight
Sixth to you putting her in that drug induced sleep, you creep
Seventh to a cry that was never heard in the night, because she was not awake to see her own plight
Eighth to the claims that my little brother Anakin gave, to which I never gave light
Ninth to the betrayal for which you were slapped across the face, even though lying was the least of your lack of moral
Tenth to you unconscious eighteen year old Informal Apprentice, once again unawake to her horrific plight, and whose cry was never heard in the night
Eleventh to what you did to her in that force induced sleep, you little creep
Twelfth to the warrior girl to whom you gave fright for a plight, to which she neither understood nor thought was right.
Fourteenth to the fact that you could not get away with your wrong this time, for it may have been worse than the Vong
Fifteenth to the twins that you now have, who were separated like to calves
Sixteenth to the child that you have raised, now that I will have praised
Seventeenth to the love that is part of this plight
And Eighteenth to the hopes that these will not be cries lost in the dark night, but prayers that will see the light