William Shakespeare's The Jedi Doth Return, by Ian Doescher

O shall it be? the strands of Fate do seem
To wind themselves about my neck as if
To strangle me and drag me down into
The measureless, uncharted depths of my
beloved Emperor's most perfect will.
Thus shall I drown within the dark side's pull--
A murky grave to bury Vader's soul.
The rudder of my conscience runs not straight,
Thus am I tow'd along toward my Fate.