The Weight of the Mask

On Cathar’s shore I heard the buried scream, History etched in bones beneath the sea. I took a mask to carry what they lost, A vow that war would end—whatever cost. A promise heavier than iron, A star chart inked in fire. Name me general, savior, heretic, ghost— I’m the blade that questions who should rule most. When memory breaks and legends divide, I am the fracture learning to decide. Turn me to shadow, turn me to dawn— Either way the war goes on. If truth is a task a life can’t mask, Then let my many names move on. I woke a stranger with a hero’s crimes, Carth’s guarded eyes counting borrowed time. Bastila’s light—a bond that pulled me through, The Forge undone, a future built anew. They gave me back a kinder ghost, I gave the galaxy a choice. Name me general, savior, heretic, ghost— I’m the blade that questions who should rule most. When memory breaks and legends divide, I am the fracture learning to decide. Turn me to shadow, turn me to dawn— Either way the war goes on. If truth is a task a life can’t mask, Then let my many names move on. A crimson world where thunder thinks— An Emperor speaking through the links. Scourge’s silence, shackles made of years, Half of me escaped, half stayed with fears. I built a Foundry out of grief and will, To hold his hunger down—or burn him still. (Voice of Light) Stand back from ruin, loosen the blade. (Voice of Dark) Strike first or fall, the cosmos is prey. (Union) Two halves unbind on Yavin’s stone— To end a god, we end our throne. Call me the question that would not yield, A scar that learned to be a shield. If power is hunger and mercy is cost, I’ll pay with myself so others aren’t lost. Turn me to shadow, turn me to dawn— Either way the war moves on. When every mask is finally gone, Let what I chose live on. If I am many, let each name forgive the rest. If I am one, let it be the one who lets go.