The Mandalorian’s Path

Through endless stars and cosmic sands,

A lone gunslinger roams the lands.

With armor gleaming, cold and stark,

He walks the void, a flame in dark.

His creed: the Way, a vow, a guide,

No kin beside him, no home to bide.

But fate would weave a tale of care,

For in his arms, the Child lay there.

A creature small, with eyes so wide,

A force unknown it could not hide.

Two souls entwined, a bond unspoken,

In Mandalore’s shadow, the code was broken.

Through battles fierce and skies ablaze,

Through treacherous paths and warlord’s gaze,

He stands, unyielding, heart of steel,

Protecting the child with boundless zeal.

The saber black, the clash of wills,

The Empire’s grasp, the bounty’s thrills,

But greater still, a father’s call,

To shield the child from danger’s thrall.

This is the Way, the creed they sing,

A tale of honour, of hope, and spring.

For in the stars, where heroes soar,

The Mandalorian lives evermore.