The Highlands sleep alone tonight
No watch is being kept
No firefighter tests its might
No corner slowly crept
The warthogs rev alone, afraid
The laser begs for more
But no more games shall here be played
No armor will be wore
The guardians have penned this fate
From their high and distant star
On Anchor 9 there is no weight
If you go outside too far
Now ground control can merely stare
As the maps, they float away
They race headlong into the glare
of distance stars and rays