Master Chief sat on a ring.
With his armor on nice and shiny a green type of bling.
The covenant saw him and got a little pissed
So they sent the Arbiter to shoot, but the Arbiter missed.
The Chief and the Arbiter then got into a tussle
Causing a lot of rustle and bustle, many onlookers hustled
Away from the scene of the fight, where the two continued on with monstrous might.
After many hours of daylight the two finally stopped.
Both weak and weary, they both took a little breather, and then began to just talk.
The talk between man landslide seemed to last longer than the fight, but by the end of it the two shook hands and agreed to a perilous fight.
The plight will probably be their last fight.
The plight will be the final battle between covenant and human kind if the plight … goes right … then the war, will finally be over.
Ushko: a random poem that i came up with while playing halo 3.
Disclaimer: I don't own halo it belongs to 343industries and bungie.