His pale white skin crawls from underneath the black hood. That black hood.
It haunts me in dreams. His harsh but strong, old voice beckons me to complete his every demand.
I am growing stronger under his control as I battle with my old ideals, knowing all of this is wrong. Yet, I love the power, I love the dark side, and now I know no other way.
Who am I?
Only a Star Wars nerd would know that I am Anakin.
In the spirit of Star Wars week, May the Fourth be with you, and beware of the Revenge of the Fifth.