Darth Maul with your ruby flesh
and spinning blades of crimson
death in the purple bowels of Naboo
Who were you?

Did you choose this existence,
to be apprenticed to Evil;
Or was it thrust on you, crib-stolen
six months unaware like Jedi enemies?

Darth Maul with menacing yellow eyes
and macho deep gravel tone
hacking a shimmering Coruscant night
What other paths than this?

Authors abound with theories to spare
But to me you remain
Little more than foreshadowing
Of an innocent boy's sorrowful choice

Darth Maul with gymnastic flair
and attack full of bluster and dare
Sliced in one swift stroke of a saber
into a slightly exotic footnote

Is that the end you could have foreseen?