OK. I found this today in the notebook thing on my email. It's just this random poem about Obi-Wan's feelings on Mustafar. It's ancient, it's crap, and it's something I wrote in about 15 minutes on the spur of the moment, so don't expect great things. Anyways, here it is...
Brothers No More
On a planet of fire
We met, anger in him, sorrow in me
We fought like enemies
But I was fighting my brother
I knew this would end with a death
And I knew it was my duty
To take his life
We flew like beings possesed
Fighting at heights and depths
Sabers clashing ferociously
Until we reached a point
I was on the high ground
He stood below me
Anger and hate burned in his eyes
I told him, "Don't try it,"
But he knew no rationality
Hate consumed his heart
He jumped at me, and I did my duty
I cut at him, hurt him bad, and he fell
I told him, he had been my brother
Told him I had loved him
Before he changed
But he was now all hate
As I cried for what he had been
He screamed in rage and pain
His hate of me
And I turned from him, weeping
I could do no more
He who was once my brother
Had turned from me, to hate
And I left behind Darth Vader.