Star Wars Inquisitors #1 (Walt Simonson Variant)

In shadows cast by empire’s might,
The Inquisitors take flight,
Their darkened forms, cloaked in the night,
Hunters of the Jedi light.

From fortress black on world’s edge,
They march forth, a solemn pledge,
To snuff out hope, to seek and dredge,
A galaxy in Sith’s dark fledge.

Lightsabers hum with crimson flare,
As they pursue with steely stare,
No mercy found, no hope to spare,
In their relentless, ruthless snare.

With Force’s grip, they twist and rend,
The light to dark they aim to bend,
Each Jedi soul, they seek to end,
Till empire’s rule does fully extend.

Yet in their hearts, a trace remains,
A flicker of their former pains,
A distant echo of old chains,
Of lives before Sith’s darkened reigns.

For Inquisitors, though fierce and grim,
Were once like those they now condemn,
A tragic fate, a tale so dim,
In shadows deep, their lights grow slim.