How many people will be keen to see halo as poetry.
Ummmm awkward… I had a thread about this like a week ago… ahem well I guess I’ll just show them… Here there at the bottom.
Every morning I trace the scars,
Awoken by faces of the lost,
I don the armor I’ve worn so long,
To keep hidden from those things I’ve done.
A mark on my chest still mars,
A reminder of the cost,
Of why I must stay strong,
To one day face the sun.
The Night Waits for Us…
Like the sick and the old,
Its breath is stale, and its nature is cold.
The night waits for us
Like the tales from beyond,
Ready to shatter every meaningful bond.
The night waits for us
with patience and hate,
Keen to ensure our destiny’s fate
The night waits for us
Untold and Unforgiven,
With all sense of hope scattered and driven.
The night waits for us
Like always before,
Steels its teeth and readies its roar.
The night waits for us
But here stands mankind,
With battle hardened Spartans that we’ll stand behind.
The night arrives with its hell-blazen glory,
like the fearful sights in a horror-filled story.
But we stand firm and meet its might,
and cry together “We run no more, we fight!”
The night passes and along comes the day,
The evil vanquished and driven away.
Or this:
Holed up in Outpost 3,
Who should stand in infamy?
I held my rifle with both my hands,
And stared across on foreign lands.
I saw the nearest outpost fry,
A silent sentinel before the cry.
A guard to havens safe and more,
That hid behind a shielded wall.
I saw the sweeping vessel pass,
Before reducing all to glass;
The dusty fires go up and down
With people stranded in the town.
If I could find a Spartan 3
A chance to survive I could see,
To where the Navy makes a stand,
Beyond the harshness of this land.
But I am stranded and alone,
To dwell upon my cursed throne,
Where all the dead things come alive…
But let’s not spoil Halo 5.