Between Light and Ruin

I wore a Mandalorian’s mask to keep a promise to the dead, Led a war the Council feared while the Outer Rim bled. With Malak at my shoulder and a galaxy on fire, I crossed the line to save the line—then fell to my desire. Maps of stars, a forge of night, I was the blade that chose the fight. Who am I when the mask comes off? A name in echoes—Revan. Jedi oath or Sith-Lord law, I am both the wound and weapon. Break me, bind me, steal my past— I’ll still rise, a haunted revenant. Love and war, a single path— Remember me: Revan. On the Leviathan’s guns my name was torn apart, Bastila’s light stitched memory to a stranger’s beating heart. Ebon Hawk, star by star, the Forge that birthed the war— I chose the light for love of life, yet heard the darkness roar. Council’s mercy, sharpened steel— Even healing learned to kneel. Who am I when the mask comes off? A name in echoes—Revan. Jedi oath or Sith-Lord law, I am both the wound and weapon. Break me, bind me, steal my past— I’ll still rise, a haunted revenant. Love and war, a single path— Remember me: Revan. Dromund Kaas, a throne of void, an Emperor in my head, Centuries of silent war—half alive and half long dead. Friends betrayed by visions, futures bartered for a breath, Split in two to fight a god, I outlived every death. Maelstrom broken, Foundry burns, my shadows lead a choir; On Yavin’s stone the halves return, to end a borrowed fire. If light and dark were threads of me, I tied them into one— To lose myself so others live, and let the cycle run. Who am I when the mask comes off? The choice that keeps on choosing. Jedi dawn through Sith eclipse— A soul that learned by losing. Lay my armor, keep my name, For every war I’ve driven— If you must judge, then judge the flame: It burned, it spared—Revan. May the mask remember what the man could not, And the galaxy forgive what the galaxy wrought.