The Storm of Sorrow

Amidst the thunderstorm's fury and might,

Stands the 2nd sister, bereft of all light.

Her tears are a tempest, her screams a thunder,

As she mourns the loss of one she held under.

The Force she once wielded, a weapon of good,

Now twists and turns like a serpent of wood.

For the one she had loved with all of her heart,

Has been taken from her, ripped far apart.

Her anger and pain, like a wildfire blaze,

A storm of emotions, consuming her ways.

And in the midst of her deepest despair,

The Sith did whisper, their dark whispers rare.

"Come to us, sister, and we'll ease your pain,

Our power can give you what you seek in vain.

The Force will be yours, to use and to wield,

And those who have wronged you, will surely yield.

And so, the 2nd sister gave in to the dark,

Her heart now cold, her soul left stark.

For the one she had lost, she would have her revenge,

And in her fury, the storm did avenge.

But even as she wielded the Sith's power,

The 2nd sister knew, in her darkest hour,

That the cost of her vengeance was great,

And her soul would forever carry that weight.

For she had lost not only the one she loved,

But also her own self, to the darkness above.

And as the storm raged on, with all of its might,

The 2nd sister was lost to the dark side's blight.