For countless days and endless nights,
My heart hath long’d to find thee.
Behold, before my war-torn eyes,
Thou standest just beyond me.
Thy sand-yellow hair, a fairer hue,
Still glimmers in the dark sea
Of stars and planets, hung above,
In silence, still and lonely.
Thy hands are striking visages
Of those borne by maternity.
Though one has wither’d, the other still
Strikes power, light and easy.
And o, of she who gave those hands
To thee who stands before me!
She was a seraphim of lore,
Until my anger fiercely
Destroyed that sacred vessel,
In a stage of darkest moody.
I did not hear her final breath,
For Polis Massans drew thee.

I hunted thee, my precious boy,
Yet pain was on the inside.
I may be more machine than man,
But yea, my heart has not died.
Thou’st come with anger in thy soul,
A wampa in its full stride.
Mercy, recount what drove me on
To murder mine soft angel bride;
Twas not the touch of Emperors,
Nor Maul’s relentless pride,
Twas knowing not the wisdom,
Of how anger to subside.
Make not the fall, the error,
That your father in thee confides.
Look out upon the rebellious sea,
Escape the liars’ tides!
I now command you, heir and son,
Upon a path decide.
Join he who sired thee, for now he pleads,
“Come over to the dark side!”

Foresee the galaxy, my child,
Betwixt our firm control;
The Force and Sith as one combined,
The penultimate goal.
Of seers and soothsay’rs, none reveal’d
The universe in whole.
For even he on Dagobah
Holds everlasting soul.

Should thee decline and turn away,
The answer much affear’d,
I’ll draw my sabre, red and white,
A power so revered.
Stricken, thou shalt strike again,
Never to be jeered.
Yet I shall fight until thy will
To darkness volunteers.
The way of life that I demolished,
In my younger years,
I see again before me,
Jedi Master-pioneered.
And so the way of noble ones,
Outlasted, persevered
Yet I stand on the other side,
Bioengineered.

Perhaps, my son, I love you so,
That darkness cannot hold me.
Lo, he who guards hath sent his bolts,
A pain of highest degree.
So turn around and thus unleash,
Over the rail to throw he
Who casts his light onto myself,
Let him to Hades flee
I die, my son, within your arms,
Aye, this I guarantee.
Yet off with all my mask’d charades,
My shattered face to see

Remember me not as one who ended
Lives I’d never seen,
Remember me as a blameless boy,
On barren Tatooine.

Chris Rayis
Columbus, Ohio