tbh i feel as if it gets the concept, some grain at the core, across quickly

Darth Vader has the imperial march. he has a Theme with Pomp and Circumstance and a full orchestra playing it.

so what makes my Vader different?

he gets his orchestra taken away

this is his song now https://soundcloud.com/annbjorg-lien/masques

humble fiddles echoing up into empty space

there ain't no room for a lordling now, down here where all the peasants are kept. he still doesn't know his place, though.

he still looks up.

it's not a march. it doesn't have military time. you can't set an army to it. it's wheezing and wandering, strings stretching and groaning, now; it's a song that bends and nearly breaks under its own weight while bringing you into it. this is not a theme that bashes down your door. it knocks politely and asks if you are home in a whisper. it is not polished steel and gleaming mirror shines, it is grit and dust and grime

and that's it, that's the difference

the vader i write is one who is remembering that he is a slave boy all grown, and these masters have kept him on a leash for far too long, and all those promises of those who live in luxury have never gone far

he is not good at remembering and he often stumbles. the tune sways and stops and starts but it keeps going nonetheless

sometimes the gap of a bad man trying to be better and struggling makes the most interesting writing