Style of poem is a Tanka.

The Power of Authority

There is sadness enough in the natural way,
From all people to fill our day,
And when we are certain of depression in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Sisters and Brothers I bid you beware,
Of giving your heart to a leader to tear.

Vote again and your choice will buy,
Authority unflinching that cannot lie,
Perfect passion and worship without dread,
And be gifted a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head,
Nevertheless it is hardly fair,
To risk your heart for a dictator to tear.

When a decade of years which nature permits,
Are closing in riots, or rebellion, or a dozen remits,
And the Emperor's unspoken verdict runs,
To a lethal execution or loaded guns,
Then you will find it's your own affair,
But you gave your heart to a dictator to tear.

Heart of the Conflict

“Inner Alchemy” by Macron Sadow 4856 CNS

Distillation is the essence of our power
Self refinement, searching, conflict, Death
Death of self, ruin of those who weakly cower
Control of the aminus, mind, and breath
We boldly quest for the hidden secrets of old

In the searing forge of loss all our dross is swept away
Only the pure essence of the refined substance remains
Those with courage to dominate, crush, and slay
The weak; who hold us back, slow, restrained
Will be those who find power, strong and bold

Ancient secrets can still be found
By those with unwavering strength of will
Our chains broken, shattered, unbound
With every whimpering fool we rightly kill
Occult knowledge is by us bought and sold

Along the distillation path of our inner pain
The weak fear to face who they really are
They cannot bear the withering strain
They cannot bear to peer, to see too far
To grasp the flaws they desperately hold

We are Sith and this is not our way
We force ourselves to learn that which hides
We conquer, find, seek, and grow each day
We smash the seed of weakness which internally abides
We turn our base metal, ourselves, our hearts- into gold.

Burning embers flowing free,
Fractured skulls and bleeding veins
Broken bodies brought on by me.
All are dead and none remain.

Death comes to all,
And yet death comes slow.
I take my time and watch them fall,
As they writhe in the fires glow.

A monster some claim I am,
A fiend that inflicts nothing but abuse.
A mockery of existence a sham,
All lies told by those afraid to lose.

I take what I want,
And what I want is you.
Bleeding as I taunt,
Begging as I run you through.

I allowed the monster to be let out,
I allowed this to happen.
I giggle as you scream and shout,
I am broken and misshapen.

Now as I come for your life run,
So as I take what I want save your last breath.
For regardless of what you do I will have my fun,
For I am reborn and I am Death.

shattered worlds between the lines
drawn by plans left undefined
pulling me to spite my mind
cursed throne left far behind

there's a place
past the dark
in my head
where there's peace
missed the arc
when we're dead
in the space
through the spark
and i've read
all will cease
left my mark
by a thread

broken stone and rusted steel
crooked hearts declaring how
falling through, i cannot heal
all that i've forgotten now

nothing's left
everything
i survived
lost the spring
in the haze
where i hide
thought i would
somehow find
how to live
in the dust
with myself
and the rust

Still she calls and keeps me sane
sings to me the sweet refrain
tells the tale of loss and pain
stand now, face it down again

Forever searching
Seeking to understand all
Mysteries of Life

Knowledge is Power
Engine of Discovery
Power is Knowledge

The Force will feed it
Binding all life together
The Force will need it

Here, among the wreck
Death, destruction abounding
Surviving all ends

Imbued with knowledge
A nexus of great power
Tapping into Truth

The power to take a life,
The power to make you whole,
The power to set you free,
The power to enslave a soul,
A weakness to kill a life,
A weakness to be done,
A weakness to give into passion,
A weakness to put slavery on everyone,
None of this gives power,
To seek out weakness is wrong,
Because neither has no master,
Neither is not in the throng,
In balance we see strength,
In balance we see control,
Those who choose to ignore it,
Will die, any way, alone,
To seek power breeds deception,
To seek weakness breeds defeat,
To seek balance is the only way,
But even in balance your will will meet.

The Dante's

There is a powerful Obelisk family
Odd among the Dark they served humbly
Dante's had served the Empire without shame
In search of a different kind of fame

Finding power was never really their thing
But it was given to them with lots of bling
The father was killed through the fault of the Sadows
And the son always wanted to send them to the realm of the shadows

Now, as the two clans race to plunder
The alliance torn asunder
Dante leads his men into battle
Listen to his enemy's death rattle

Soon power will be his for the taking
But his family is always forsaking
That which so many want to hold
The Dante's are never undersold.

Vengeance

Alara Deathbane
She conquered death’s clammy strife
She avenged her life

Though it’s not enough
She desires so much more
Lust, power, in her core

The Dark Side calls her
The artifacts she must find
She’s losing her mind

She loves her dear sister
Shadow, but she’s taken away
Brandon cannot stay

The husband shall die
Alara, Shadow remain
Destiny they gain.

In the theirs power
these worked make
A skies and apologies to my bloodline

From Sith to another Sadow
The Artifacts down tangible
To the Power for which I desire

apologies to my bloodline

No one form
Along this line but I,
This Outcast thrown from the powers.

apologies to my Bloodline

In the end all that beckons
No another can ever truly define
How soon the end comes in sight.

apologies to my bloodline

An to this Power...
An outcasted orphan is what is now defined,
the outcast will never be what he once was...
once upon a time.

apologies to my bloodline

and to Scholae Palatinae,
The work to define a rising power...
consumed so much of my time.

apologies to my bloodline

Starting from the fray,
we continued to mold something great,
somewhere through it all, I lost way.

apologies to my bloodline

My powers were nothing important,
merely pixels on the wall,
my relationships were the true gifts of my power

apologies to my bloodline

orphaned Outcast
failure of my faults,
destructor of my fate

True power for a Sith,
is ultimately his decline,
as the search is one that he will never truly find.

Now when they say your name,
it will only be in remembrance,
as a fair warning of what power he found

Landon Cruise of Scholae Palatinae,
defender of his friends,
now at the power of his demons

I say to you,
always live in virtue,
for power will not make you devine.

[CSP/CNS] The Heart of Conflict

Power is what we need
It begins as little more than a seed
The thirst for power so hard to quench
When we find it we feel the need to drench
Ourselves in the might flood
We will kill our enemies and bathe in their blood
The power to move objects to and fro
We use it for our purposes and nothing more
Separately we thirst for power trying to keep it from our bro
If someone tries to take it we kick them out the door.
Lightning springs to life from our fingers
Forking into our enemies torsos
We dare not try to stay or linger
Instead we keep to ourselves to prevent our downfall
We will survive and defeat our enemies through our power.

A kid in planet overcrowded
his dreams shaken and clouded.
Far beyond anyone’s reaches
the kid learns, the teacher teaches.

A teen travels against his will
where he has to prove his skill.
The Order teaches him again
the teen learns, indulges the pain.

An adult joins the Brotherhood,
in dusty tomes he finds manhood.
Artefacts he needs to seek
and in darkness secrets keek.

Power comes in all forms,
and he covets the holocrons.
From kid to teen to adult gone
on this last path, he has to step on.

See attached. Enjoy

following visions
all across the galaxy
seeking mysteries

cloaked within darkness
disciple of Sadow Clan
seeking destiny

warrior and scholar
neither to destroy or rend
seeking only order

rules by the sword
grants instruction to the masses
seeks only order

ascent through cunning
they will never see coming
his climb to power

Lucyeth
#13700

A star has power,
It controls all around it,
But dims over time.

Power is a beast,
It can grow mighty and fierce,
But is slain with ease.

Knowledge is the way,
It is fuel to the star, and
Armour for the beast.

Ancient minds knew more,
Greater men laid secrets down,
And time clouded all.

In forgotten lore,
This is where power will sleep,
For the learned to find.

History’s Ghostwriter

Behind a sublime shield
Of lies mixed with the truth
A web of deception
To strike at angles
Beyond their perception

The ultimate weapon
Is just the right word
To just the right ear
A dynasty will rise
While tyrants disappear

While in plain sight
Few ever see me
Yet fewer know I’m there
While I turn the wheel of history
Elusive as the air

Searching and grasping
A source of surging power
Contained in spirit

Wandering outward
A Twi’lek gains strength to fight
Yet dark passions rise

She strikes at her foes
But in order to survive
Sacrifice was made

Broken and confused
Anger seething throughout her
Screams pierce the night sky

Walking onward now
She hungers for pure power
Hoping to gain strength