Sith Love Poetry!

Anyone ever wonder what happened between Anakin leaving to go wreak merry mayhem on the Jedi Temple and Yoda showing up at

Palpatine's shag pad? Well, now you can find out!

Love Poetry from Lord Sidious

By Ziggy Sternenstaub

Scene: Palpatine's messy, post lightsabre-duel office. Anakin has left and Palpatine stares after him with that soppy expression that was

on his face when Anakin knelt down to him. Inspired, Darth Sidious takes pen to paper (or fingers to keypad) and sets down his

soft, tender feelings in more tangible terms.

Ladies and Gentlemen (mostly ladies), I proudly present to you for your squick and entertainment:

!Love Poetry from Lord Sidious!

Your lips are the servants of my fingers,

My broken fingers lay on your slack lips.

My order is gentle steel on your promise,

And possession traces your tears:

Water has never been one of my interests,

And salt simply cracks on my nails.

You're dying quite slowly for reassurance,

A moment of false benediction in blood.

My fingers are shattered with murder and order,

Your subjugated lips to lick away my guilt:

Your tongue is my soldier, your knees are my fortress,

Caressing the floor and pleading in vain.

How I burn to reach beyond insidious whispers,

to seize your trembling, desperate soul!

I know your lies of wretched devotion,

will break with the force of your falling star:

But now you kneel in my absolute possession,

And with gentle devotion, I'll smother your light.

I feel eeeeeeeeeeevil! Do you?