A.N.: At long last I finished my Jedi Knight trilogy thing. Yes, I am aware that the first half would have made a better entry for A Knight Will Come. I might actually do that at some point, but not now. As always, I ask you to tell me what you think of it, good bad or indifferent.

Thanks for reading!

Long ago in ancient times,

When life first sailed among the stars,

We learned to work the world around,

And split the sky with awesome wars,

Jedi, Sith, we called ourselves,

Alike and different equally,

We gather'd behind banners proud,

Too quickly and too greedily,

And with our might we fought ourselves,

Left hand, right hand, no between,

The Fource cried out in agony,

At blood its children chose to dream,

Ten thousand years, ten thousand wars,

Revenge and righteous eye for eye,

Left hand struck in ways abhorred,

And right hand followed in symmetry,

Our blows, both soft and murderous,

Tore loose the stars in one by one,

With sword and cannon thunderous,

Until left hand lay gone save for one,

To Ruusan we fled and followed both,

Bound to another like anchor and chain,

On one side Kaan, the other Hoth,

Our battle ending only worldly pain,

Left hand made to slit both veins,

And bound both hands to dust and stone,

We told ourselves that one remains,

We lay in hope, we lay alone.

And lo, there came a shining youth,

Son of he who came before,

Bound by honor-driven oath,

To finally cease our timeless war,

But Seven then 'peared before he,

Each eager for the grandest prize,

Three fell down on wounded knee,

Before Youth set foot under Ruusan skies,

Then through the caves and valley there,

Did hum of sword and pistol go,

A thousand men were made no more,

Their Master waiting down below,

In caverns deep beneath the sun,

Cold Master held us by the throat,

And Youth came proud upon the stair,

With light and honor worn like a coat,

Hate met peace with burning light,

With weeping faces' silent witness,

A grudge anew raised ancient fight,

While wordlessly we begged for pittance,

And then disarmed did Master lie,

Poisoned tongue still seeking blood,

Yet heedless of those trech'rous cries

Youth tossed back the serpent's rod,

One final blow the two did trade,

But only black-heart Master fell,

And loosed the bonds that left hand made,

Breaking down our endless jail,

For moments none could scarce believe,

As prison is as much of mind,

Till bravest of our mingled hive,

Dared leave ancient tomb behind,

Then in ones and then in twos,

Did harrowed wearied souls depart,

Ancient hope now proved all true,

We showed our joy to ease Youth's heart,

Streaming, whooping, weaving, cheering,

Like joyous children we escaped,

And behind us trailed delirious weaving,

Light and air shaped in our wake,

Oh Knight who came,

Oh battle swift,

We thank you for our freedom now,

And go to join the Endless Force,

Forever telling of our tale.