In the land of Crait, where the earth runs red, A Mandalorian Oath Skull, a tale to be spread.

Carved and molded, with warriors' creed, This is the way, for those who lead.

From the blood oath's essence, its hue is born, A symbol of honor, never to be torn.

For every warrior, a must-have plan,

In Wylie's craft, where legends began.

A replica of bone, with stories to tell,

Resin-made, where Mandalorians dwell.

In Zane Wylie's hands, where creations swell, A skull of valor, where destinies gel.