I don’t know if this is an odd thing to post here, but I wrote a poem that’s basically my love letter to Halo.
Every ring a crown emblazoned
Atop the head of celestial bodies
Aglow with sentience’s bane
Ready to write every end
Every jaw split squidlike
In honor forged prophetic pacts
Every truth
Every mercy
Every regret
Fuels every journey, great or small
Every cartographer buried deep
Every spore in starved sleep
Waits to recall
A haunted mind, harbors hate
Every space, to fill, to flood
Every street rubbled in ruin
Burned to glassy sheet
Every war wrought
By cords strung taught
Turned to industry
Carrying torch over every sierra
Twos, threes, and fours
Every frayed flag dripped
In sweat off fatigued thumbs
Worn round down to stubby nubs
Every skull clutched desperate
Every hill held brave
Every match made in hell
Every reflection off orange tint
Sees our boys in blue battles
And red rumbles
None of them can scale your sum
Every game remains unwon