I fight not for the peace of the galaxy,
I fight for justice instead.
With lightsaber in hand,
The Force at my command,
I'm ready to chop off a Sith Lord's head.
You think me a monster,
A stain on the Force?
But let me show you my skill,
How I have followed
The Force's will,
Then let us discourse.
I understand the Force in ways you never will,
I know Shatterpoint, Vaapad,
The knowledge to kill.
Light and dark flow through my veins,
A song in harmony,
With violent refrains.
Yet even so,
I remain controlled,
My heart and mind,
Loyal to the Code.
Then comes this boy,
This child,
Into my presence with such great power,
Yet he lacks control,
He is too old,
And before me,
A master,
He does not cower.
They call him the Chosen One,
Who brings balance to the Force.
But have I not done this
Throughout my own life's course?
Has this boy felt the rage of his foes,
Shaping his will
In all he does?
No, only I,
And I have mastered that rage in full.
Who is this child to boast?
His training begins
To my displeasure,
It is obvious the Force
Is not his treasure.
If it were,
He would obey,
When the Council tells him to calm his mind.
Yet over and over he listens not,
Refusing to conform to Jedi kind.
He is a knight in a time of war,
We need him,
A pity for sure.
He is called the Hero with No Fear,
As if he knew
The meaning of fear.
But unlike him,
I deny the Dark Side's whispers
In my ear.
And yet it flows through me as bolts of lightning,
And now I know
Something truly frightening.
Skywalker stands before me,
My hand and saber
At his feet.
I knew this boy was not to be trusted,
The reason he was not a master.
And yet I sense his fear,
As the Force
Claims me faster.
Faster as I hurdle down,
Sensing below me the cold, hard ground.
And in that moment I knew true hate,
For Skywalker,
The Sith
For whom I was bate.
And before I become one with the Force,
Two words ring through my soul:
Darth Vader.
I knew no more.