Charge of the Light Brigade

Half a klick, half a klick,
Half a klick onward
All in the valley of death
Rode the ten hundred
Forward, the Light Brigade!
Brilliant, sharp, and many rayed
Into the valley of death, rode the ten hundred

Forward, the Light Brigade!
To a man, were not afraid
None but the Sith did know
Someone had blundered
Ours not to make reply
Ours not to laugh or cry
For the Light we fight and die
Into the valley of Death
Rode the ten hundred

Darkness to the right of us
Darkness to the left of us
Darkness right in front of us
Occluded, and sundered
We stormed in with bolt and blade
Rode on strong, were not afraid
Into the jaws of death
Rode the ten hundred

Flashed all our sabers bare
Flashed as they turned in air
Sabering the dark ones there
All the galaxy wondered
Plunged into the darkening smoke
Straight through the center line we broke!
All those evil folk
Reeled from the saber stroke
shatter'd and sunder'd
But none rode back out of there
None of the ten hundred

Because then the death the dark did bring
Fiery thoughts to lash and fling
Pain and agony of the dying
None a hope was spying
All among the ten hundred

Darkness to the right of us
Darkness to the left of us
Darkness straight behind of us
Now raged, and thundered
Stormed upon, right in the dell
Brother by brother we all fell
We, that had fought so well
But none came through the jaws of death
None came back from the mouth of hell
None was left of us
None of the ten hundred

Never shall the Light fade
Oh, so brilliant and many rayed
Honor the charge they made
Honor the Light Brigade
For into the valley of Death
Rode the ten hundred

Inscription found below the case containing the lightsaber of Lord Hoth, believed to be a modification of a poetic work from the distant past