Complete blackness, a heart of sunshine. <br />through fake eyes, a flower captures darkened side. <br />tears, for its smell lay outside of muted smell. <br />with hand of iron, crush said flower, it becomes no more. <br />and anger and fear and hate all swell once again. <br />but thoughts betray this figure of black and evil. <br />for maybe its true, evil has not been completely driven from him.<br /><br />vincent armone<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/star-wars-2009-the-cronicles-of-vader/
