"SITH EYES"
(Original poem by L. Breman)

Sith eyes.
Witch eyes?
Here, they're red...
Glowing like an ember bed and
Filled with dancing, liquid fire.
A funeral pyre
Would be less bright;
They haunt the night of my soul.

They bid me, "Look.
"Look and see.
"My will is on you."
The eyes on me burn,
And burn with Hell's laughter; I
Cannot flee
Them.
They probe, and search
Dark hidden corners of my brain.
Am I insane?

But there are such things on
Heaven in Earth,
Or some such thing, Horatio.
To hell with you, Horatio, Go!
Take with you, GO!
Take this madman's mirth,
And the eyes,
The eyes that haunt,
Back to their hell-spawned birthing ground,
Where laughing imps and
Spectres gaunt
Would welcome them.

Oh the eyes, the eyes!
The topaz, ruby, flaming eyes!
They are not on me.
They are in me, here
In my head.
Oh God.
Oh, my God.
I am lost.
I am dead.

(c.1, 2000 LB)

I still don't think "Sith Eyes" is as good as this one (which has been posted elsewhere, but shall be put in here where it properly belongs):

"COMING OF THE SITH LORD"
(Original poem by L. Breman, 2000)

He is coming, coming, softly stealing through the dark of night...
Seeking, ever seeking , those who would persuade by power and might.
Think ye mighty, oh ye mighty, who would seek to rule by fright?
Beware his coming, he is coming!
Ye are naught before him.

Far he reaches, reaches ever, black claws rending, grasping hold,
Spreading, ever spreading, dark blight's triumph o'er the weakly bold.
Think ye bold now? Grasp ye hold now! He is what the Dark foretold,
He is coming! He is coming!
Ye are caught before him.

Feel the power, power majestic, seeking gain to those impart
Who take the offering, offerred freely, least removed from anxious heart!
Dare ye turn way? His, the true way! With him New Life shall ye start!
Rejoice his coming, he is coming!
Ye are bought before him!