The Count Mas Amedda, Vice-Chair of the Galactic Senate under Valorum and Palpatine, accumulated vast quantities of original artworks for his chateau on Champala. Before the Bacta War, he fled persecution from the Baroness Ysanne Isard, but not before pilfering the Imperial Archives for the possessions of the disposed Emperor Palpatine. Having seized these treasures, he stowed them in underground bunkers beneath his chateau which laid undiscovered for over twenty years. As the Republic Arts and Crafts Society catalogues these artifacts, greater scope is being given to the relationship between the Emperor Palpatine and the Lord Darth Vader, born Anakin Skywalker. Prime Minister Leia Organa Solo, Jedi Master Luke Skywalker, and Jedi Master Mara Jade Skywalker, revealed to be the great-grandniece of the Emperor Palpatine, issued statements to reiterate that the relationship was platonic. Accumulating evidence suggest otherwise, such as this unique poetry confirmed by the Dame Sly Moore to be written by the Emperor Palpatine himself, styled after Naboo pseudo-sonnetry, comparable to the eloquent speeches he wrote in the early years of his reign.

Arcadia - By the Emperor Palpatine

On bended knee, he pledged Arcadia

To me; invoking these chivalrous arts,

The sinister knight captured my numb heart.

He bade me into his laboratory

To observe his love of lost alchemy.

Virgin skin was pierced by sterile sphincters

Bled the night. No kiss caressed lovelorn wounds

As sex science did not make his heart swoon

With jubilee as did the caustic brew

Injected for the sorcerer to see

In me. His quest for immortality

Became my crusade as I lay naked,

The ennobled vessel of his sacred

Experiment; but I beckoned hatred.

On bended knee, he praised my devotion,

Dubbing me foremost his true apprentice

As needles stabbed for his unholy tests.

One eventide, woke I much, much provoked

To seize his knowledge for my empire.

Darth Plagueis, that night you did retire.

On his bended knee, pledge Arcadia

I do, invoking old chivalrous arts,

To capture the young insidious heart.

To my apprentice, I bequeath my love,

By all temporal and spiritual

Forces, I will not betray my beloved

Who alone enslaves the heart of evil,

The death star of my Arcadia.

From black adamantine, his soul was cast.

He crawled from brimstone of defeat, reborn

Though flame in that fervent forge charred flesh,

His mortal coil sparked with lustful scorn.

The allotrope sprawled before my feet,

Crimson tears cascading down his burnt cheeks.

I offered my hand of alabaster

To him, he who howled belov�d master.

Twenty years have dark spirits embraced,

Obsidian armor obscured his face

But passion bore him from molten chasms

Though our two souls be black adamantine.

Within the archives of Count Mas Amedda, this anonymous poetry was discovered that provides additional insight into the relationship between the Emperor Palpatine and the Lord Darth Vader, but its authorship remains unconfirmed though most parties suspect it was by Anankin Skywalker before he revealed himself as Dark Lord of the Sith.

Darth Sidious has breath of garlic

Reeking like that of Great Sarlaac

The Galaxy fears him to speak

Save the chef who serves him leeks

Who thinks onion becomes the Master

As does the color alabaster

The Interrogation - By Anonymous

Into his office I came

To play political games.

Onto his desk I was laid

To endure inquisitive raids.

The interrogation began

With the insert of his hands.

I clenched my teeth

While my defenses were breeched;

But he kissed my rear

And whispered into my ear

That I was the loveliest boy

To ever become his love toy.

Lovely Lord Vader - By Anonymous

The lovely Lord Vader

Sat in his chamber

Meditating on the Dark

That cloaked his dear heart

With lustful miasma

Which made his loins spasm

To the great Jedi sin

Of loving Palpatine.