I've always found it somewhat ironic that Obi-Wan Kenobi gives Luke the lightsaber which caused the downfall of the Jedi Order (because Anakin slaughtered the Jedi younglings with it). So, this is a poem about this lightsaber (because inanimate objects deserve glory too, you know).
The trusty weapon of a knight,
magical sword of flame,
beacon of justice, blade of light,
-„Lightsaber" is thy name.
A weapon of a better day,
whose memory long did fade,
burried, like those whom did once slay
a demon with thy blade.
The years went on – and more did die
of murder and of lies
a corrupt reign stood strong and high
-for you had helped it rise.
You saw it not – in a faraway land,
hidden you bide your time,
burried, like bones beneath the sand,
hoping once more to shine.
You'll shine again, famed sword of yore,
in better eras wrought,
new hands will carry you to war,
to right the wrong you brought.