Hey people its me. I got bored and decided to write this oneshot about my SPARTAN's thoughts, poem style. Note, VISR is the vision interface program used by ODSTs and SPPARTANs. This is also a free-form poem.
A Forerunner
Through my VISR
A SPARTAN's tale
I
What do you see me as?
Hero? Destroyer? Tool to be used?
You wish to see through my eyes? Then this is what you would see
Through my VISR
II
Chaos. Death. Destruction.
They look at you, see you as an
Angel of Death, or a Demon
III
Turn around and see
The enemy. Ruthless. Alien.
Bent on destruction. Yours.
IV
I look down at myself
covered and blood and debris
then down my weapon's sight
Fire once, twice, until the alien screams stop
V
That is what you would see
If you looked through my VISR
Not some hero, distant, unkillable.
You would see my brothers and sisters,
Tools of war, tossed aside like we don't matter
Left to die
VI
That is what you would see
Through my VISR
OK, time for the rules for sending in your entries:
1. Keep it short. It will only be a single chapter.
2. PM it to me if it is a poem, if it is a short story, PM me and I will give you an email address.
3. No lemons please. This is for everyone to see. (If you don't know what a lemon is, don't worry about it.)
Thanks for reading, and send in those stories/poems people!
-A Forerunner