'Twas
a place few knew,
or cared to know.
The mind of a Dark Jedi,
a dungeon of tortures,
cavern of horrors,
a prison of the soul.
Though a pleasure palace,
for the Dark Jedi to contemplate.
Contemplate their past lives,
their new power,
and the power they would soon grasp.
They would take what they wanted,
however they had to.
The cavernous hollows of their mind,
trapped souls of those weak fools brought to death,
by the hand and symbol of power.
The Dark Side.
The Dark Side that had taught them all they knew,
the darkness that had consumed and empowered their very being.
Hidden in the dark caverns lay secret treasures,
secret treasures the progressing power would lead them to.
Not treasures of the physical sense,
but the treasure of knowledge.
A new understanding of their cause,
or perhaps simply a new method of torture,
to taunt the unsuspecting victim.
It was all they needed,
all they had,
all they desired.