#97

"Leaves from the vine, falling so slow.
Like fragile, tiny shells,
Drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy, come marching home.
Brave soldier boy, comes marching home."

"Under the tongue root a fight most dread, and another raging behind, in the head."

If once you start down the Dark path,

forever it will dominate your destiny.

Consume you it will,

as it did Obi-wan's apprentice.

"Leaves from the vine, falling so slow.
Like fragile, tiny shells,
Drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy, come marching home.
Brave soldier boy, comes marching home."

"Under the tongue root a fight most dread, and another raging behind, in the head."

If once you start down the Dark path,

forever it will dominate your destiny.

Consume you it will,

as it did Obi-wan's apprentice.

"Leaves from the vine, falling so slow.
Like fragile, tiny shells,
Drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy, come marching home.
Brave soldier boy, comes marching home."