"Here, have it, have it all."

You are fully fitted. Now, swing that staff and fight!

The golden child brought fire and smoke; when they cleared, the family broke.

How odd to encounter this old man at every corner!

Long and short, far and near, each span has its year.

The fat monk failed, for he spoke too much.

"Through fire, armor is refined; through trials, strength is defined."

The beetle came with drumbeats' call, and left with waves' gentle fall.

Of all things to learn, you chose to play with fire?

Fresh brew in an old cask. May it stir a great task!

The old monkey has told his tale. Onward you must go.

Complete ''Episode IX - The Rise of Skywalker''