The Star Wars movies have been retold in Shakespearean style. Now, it’s time for the great Greek poet Homer to have a turn:
Along the narrow scaffolding Luke reels;
Beyond the reach of sight, a yawning pit.
He staggers through a doorway: there inside
Vader awaits, whose ruthless swordsmanship,
The best in all the galaxy, is loosed
Upon the boy, remorseless, unrestrained,
His saber thrusts precise, his slashes swift,
Cutting the doorway and the rail beyond
To bits, his power the greater, Luke’s the less:
Before the towering shadow and the mask
The boy is beaten backward step by step.
Too late he recollects wise Yoda’s words
That counseled prudence, warning of the risk
Of facing Vader unprepared. He falls
Backward upon the path, his foe’s red sword
Before his throat, the chasm black below.
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