Dec 04, 2011 17:29
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars. Palpatine probably never said any of this to Vader. But maybe he should have.
A/N: I wrote this during a particularly boring dissertation proposal at Colloquium. Therefore, I was obviously under duress and am not responsible for any of this … mess.
[Subversion, Inversion, Conversion - Consummation]
Slow. In and out, yielding your haste
to my more deliberate taste -
reining your urgency in.
I reign over you.
It's like this, you see:
an inversion of power,
of hate,
of passion given license;
greatness untrammeled,
let free to go its own way,
the rejection of limits -
release.
You'll take over from and all of me:
take my place to become
even more yourself.
Losing me you'll gain -
everything.
This power is mine:
that I submit completely,
exult in the sheer fervor
of my own impending demise.
I welcome the rise
of your supremacy -
give myself over and let it
take me away.
In the end it is not my self that matters,
but the raw currency of power.
This is the only desire
I live and breathe:
power unlimited
(my ecstastic devotion) -
through you, taking me.
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