On the lava fields of Mustafar,
Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan did spar,
Their lightsabers clashed with fiery might,
In a battle that would determine the fate of the night.

Anakin's anger burned like the molten rock,
His desire for power had become an unstoppable shock,
But Obi-Wan stood firm, his defense impenetrable,
The Jedi Master's focus unbreakable.

As the fight raged on, Obi-Wan warned his old friend,
"Anakin, don't try it, I have the high ground in the end,"
But the Dark Lord refused to heed his plea,
And leapt at his former mentor, fueled by his own agony.

Obi-Wan's blade sliced through the air,
And Anakin realized too late the danger he did dare,
His legs and arm were severed with a single stroke,
And he tumbled down the slope.

As he lay there, defeated and alone,
Anakin realized the choices he had made and atoned,
The lure of power had led him astray,
And now he would pay the price for his dark display.

The lesson learned from this epic fight,
Is to resist the temptation of power's might,
For in the end, the high ground may seem like the prize,
But it's not worth the cost of losing our own ties.
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