"Mandalogue": A Star Wars Sonnet

"Mandos," "bucket-heads," "steel-faced warriors,"

We are one and then many to all those

Filthy, monkish, multi-colored scummers,

"Guardians of peace" who wear hermit clothes.

The dark saber's blade shines darkly on my

Steel bucket's visor, I'm drunk on it's glow,

Yet it's gripped by a brown-robed mage, "Comply

With our demands, you brute," he speaks slow.

Mandalorian steel gets a taste, then,

Since I thrust my knife into his belly,

And calmly reply, "You can die, too, friend,"

Since the other Jedis are now jelly.

My brother lifts me to my feet, we say,

"This is the way," as we enter the fray.