I Kneel to Neither

One door bears the crest of peace, one burns red behind a throne. Both have crossed this ruined hall to claim the weapon they once owned. The Council says, “Return and kneel.” The Empire says, “Complete your fall.” I set my mask between their feet: tonight, I answer neither call. I have worn their robes and chains, learned their mercy, learned their lies. I will carry every name of those who lived and those who died. No light is whole without the dark. Through passion, I make purpose sharp. Through knowledge, I command my power. Through calm, I stand in the final hour. Through victory, let broken worlds align. I kneel to neither - there is only the Force. Jedi hands withheld the blade while frontier worlds were burned to bone. Sith would turn the saved to slaves and crown their hunger law and throne. I will not call inaction peace. I will not name my fury truth. Each choice is mine, each scar my debt; no creed will bear what I must do. I have been the light they praised. I have been the dark they feared. Now I stand with both within me, and my purpose has grown clear. No light is whole without the dark. Through passion, I make purpose sharp. Through knowledge, I command my power. Through calm, I stand in the final hour. Through victory, let broken worlds align. I kneel to neither - there is only the Force. Let the Council judge my path. Let the Empire bare its teeth. Peace that watches slaughter happen is another kind of grief. Power without a chosen limit only builds a wider grave. I choose the living over law. I choose the cost of those I save. No light is whole without the dark. Through passion, I make purpose sharp. Through knowledge, I command my power. Through calm, I stand in the final hour. Through victory, let wounded worlds align. No throne above me. No code before me. I kneel to neither - there is only the Force. Not your weapon. Not your lord. I bear the choice. I bear the war. No Jedi chain. No Sith command. Only the Force will guide my hand.