Hello to all my readers! I decided to try something a little different than my usual style of writing. When I'm not writing fanfiction, I do a lot of poetry-and anyone who's seen my Facebook (you know who you are!) can attest to that. So one night I decided to try setting everyone's favorite OC (for more info, feel free to check out my story "Halo: The Secret Spartan") into prose, and this was the result. Hope everyone enjoys-please please PLEASE review! Flames will be used on my younger brother. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Halo.
BLADE
Dark, cold eyes
Brows knitted and furrowed:
A permanent scowl
And suspicious glare
Dwells on her face.
A slim, lethal frame
Clad only in black,
Coiled, poised to strike
To defend, attack, destroy.
For this is her purpose:
A living, conscious weapon,
Meant to defend a world
That cares nothing for her.
Torn from her family
Forbidden to have friends,
She dwells alone.
She has fought hard
To stay with her family,
To have a few friends-
And she has won.
But the price is high.
There is a war on,
The enemy closes in,
And she is shackled
Because of who she is,
What she is:
A Spartan,
A secret.
She should not exist,
So they keep her hidden.
She begs to fight, to serve.
"Too valuable, too unique."
They tell her.
But they are afraid:
She is proof of their crimes,
The laws they have broken.
She cannot be allowed to live.
This is her life:
She always goes armed
Even among her kin,
Keeps her ears to the ground
And her senses alert.
She hacks into computers
To know where she stands.
Her allies are few,
And she guards them well-
Ready to destroy
Any threat to her family.
But even among them
She is always alone:
She is a weapon,
Made for war,
Trained to kill.
The life that she wants
Can never be.