Eulogy for a Master

It is something to have warred as we have warred.
It is something to have done as we have done.
It is something to have battled with a lord,
And, though it mean your death, see battle won.

It is something to attain the weightless blade,
Though blade of equal make yet lay you low.
It is something that your killer was repaid,
Though peace now be the sum of all you know.

To have seen you spurn the Council, with your face
Brave as a file of troopers for the fray,
Calmer than Time, a sentinel of Space:
It is something, though you went from me today.

To have known the things that younglings may not learn,
And turned away all passions, base or high;
It is something when one's fate one may discern;
It is something to have lived to watch you die.

In a time of leisure droids and death-stick churls,
And squabbling smugglers wallowing in ire,
In a galaxy of Twi'lek dancing girls,
It is something to reject all heart's desire.

Lo, simple are the robes in which he burns.
Yea, tidy is the beard upon his chin.
Let the Dark Side tempt a lesser man to turn
With its lightning. It won't master Master Jinn.