Pravus has the power
Every minute and every hour
To destroy and devour
All that is sweet and sour

The Iron Legion came crashing down
Their forces endless, like a winter avalanche
Crushing and destroying all in there path,
But when Pravus sacrificed his own
That’s when we knew, truly how far gone he was.
The avalanche was now a wave of magma
Nothing could survive, and everything burns.

Driven by anger, acting without fear,
we lost the sight that not victory, but defeat was near.
We fought against him, as ruched caddle,
but lost the sight that many still stand aside him in battle.

When we were young, before we grew old,
Tales of a monster we were told.
A creature of darkness, so we thought,
A lesson about fear that we were taught.
Yet, as an Elder, I have come to know,
the legend of Darth Pravus as a foe.
The power of a Grand Master unleashed
His Force Tempest raging, an unshackled beast.

"How much do you trust me?"
A Poem by Scion Tarentae

The enemy of my enemy is my friend
And now we're all friends at the end
Should the GM's grasp of intrigue
Prove well beyond our league
Then friend from friend we'll defend.

Fingers tap against sleek surface,
Eyes narrow at flickering lights.
Before the lightly clad figure
Was several meetings,
The attendees unaware
Of this dark listener.

The one thing we didn't know,
Pravus' idea for giving us woe,
The terrible secret he held so near,
Is now causing problems and making it clear
That all along he knew our fates,
And now his forces have opened the gates
To all our secrets we held so dear
His army approaches now, so near.
We quake with fear, our time has come
To attempt this coup we were indeed dumb.

Great, is this unknown weapon,
The crushing truth, has come to light.
Information impossible to grasp upon,
We still fight to the last, with all our might.