Character: Sith

The darkness is generous.
The first gift her cover. Our true faces lie in the dark, hiding under the mask of the skin, our true hearts are hidden inside of us. But the greatest of veils falls not to hide our truth, he hides us from the truth of all the others.
The dark protects us from what we dare not know.
The second gift of its delight. In the arms of the night lull us gentle dreams, the beauty of which destroys the light of day. But the greatest of comfort in the illusion that the darkness is impermanent: because every night brings a new day. But this is an illusion. Because this day is not forever.
Day is the illusion.
And the third gift of darkness is light. Days because they exist, that the night separates them; there would be no stars, do not be infinite black through which they fly in their eternal rotation. Darkness squeezes the light in the arms and taketh him from the depths of itself.
But in every battle with the light wins the darkness.