Ganner's Last Stand
He took his place in the arch of the door,
Claiming it as his own, his saber shining bright.
His laugh was confident, strong, and sure.
His enemies hesitated, unsure of his might.
None shall pass.
They came at him in combat, one by one.
They fell just as quickly as they came.
So they came in pairs, then groups, but stop him could none.
To him, it was merely a joyful game.
None shall pass.
But he was not invincible; things could go wrong.
A slash from an amphistaff, the venom of its bite.
Yet still he fought the thousands, the Force kept him strong.
His strength was yet failing, but he still kept his might.
None shall pass.
All too soon, the joyful dance ends-
There are no enemies left for him to fight.
But more come; the great door he again defends,
His eyes are filled with a strong joyful light.
None shall pass.
His strength is almost gone, he has given his all.
But he has one more trick, though it will be his last.
Reaching out to the Force, he pulls down the walls,
And with a joyful laugh dies, yet-
None have passed.