Before me I could see all those faces. Countless Force-sensitive's who were corrupted by the dark side. Who had been hurt and lost. Betrayed and mislead. Lied to and forgotten.

One who is pampered is "not yet worthy," they say

I could see in those paintings the flash of eyes, hunter eyes. I could hear screams and sobs. Tears glinted as they fell from face after face, catching the reflections of blood and red lightsabers.

They look to the heavens and hold out their hands

Dooku, broken hearted and tormented by all the things he had never done. His heart screamed as Anakin killed him. He had things left to do, people left to speak to, apologies left to say. Deep in his heart he felt perpetually a great, stabbing pain, one he hid better than any other sith.

A tower is built by the ones who hesitate

Maul, who had never truly had his eyes uncovered and allowed to see the light. He had been shrouded in darkness his entire life. He had never known his true potential for good, and that had left him feelings empty and broken in his last moments of life. He had never known anything but rage. After death, he realized that he had never truly lived.

Losing the means to turn back

Ventress, a scared little girl who hid behind angry tattoos and a frightening reputation. She terrified even herself, and hated herself. She saw in herself nothing but a cold blooded killer, and deep down, she knew she only a pawn in Dooku's game. She hid from what she knew was truth, convincing herself that Obi-Wan was lying when he said he could keep her safe should she return to the light. She surrounded her heart with a fence of spikes and impaled anyone who tried to get in, yet yearned for someone strong enough to break down that fence.

One who knows not of starvation; one who collapses in the wind;

I could see Sith I did not recognize, but I could feel their names.

And even one who sees the "name" of god in ourselves...

Darth Plageius, Sidious's master, who held inner fears that no one every truly cared for him. He was born only to be a servant. His mother was forced to bear him and his father treated him as a slave. They both hated him, as well as each other. What was someone born of such a union worth?

"Pray for the one who hates rather than a friend nearby"

Darth Phobos, hunted by everyone, who wanted nothing more than to lie down and rest. She hid this weakness inside a shell of insanity and cruelty, claiming that she walked the dark dreams of Sith and Jedi alike. Instead, the two lightsaber wielding organizations stalked her nightmares. Inside, the little girl that she truly was cried.

And yet, both these hands will still protect my beloved

Darth Zannah, a girl who was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. She had lost her closest friend right before her eyes after trying to defend her. She felt she had failed the one person who met anything to her, and who cared about her. Darkness and hatred was the only way she felt she could go, in order to never feel the pain of the loss of a loved one ever again.

Soon my heart will be satisfied; singing the song of our children!

So many hearts that many considered fallen, evil, or dark. The hate they felt from the Jedi, hell, from the entire republic, only contributed to their unhappiness.

Words of returned love degenerate the "name" of god

So many hearts in need of healing, and love. So many hearts denied.

This tale is retold since the ends of the circle of time
To everyone of the past
Light must be equally shared