From the shadows he emerged,
A dark presence that made us purge,
His eyes burned with an evil light,
His power, a force that refused to fight.
He ruled with an iron fist,
A tyrant, who couldn't resist,
The urge to dominate and control,
And crush those who dared to oppose his soul.
His minions followed his every command,
An army of darkness, at his command,
Their loyalty, unbreakable, unwavering,
A force that left the galaxy quivering.
He spoke of peace, but meant only war,
His methods, cruel and unjust, left us sore,
As he pushed us to the brink of destruction,
His thirst for power, the only construction.
But in the end, his power waned,
As the light of hope, shone and remained,
The rebellion fought with courage and might,
And the evil emperor, lost his sight.
His empire crumbled, his reign, no more,
As the galaxy, united, began to soar,
The evil emperor, just a distant memory,
And the galaxy, free, once again, in harmony.
