- Who She Shall Be -
(Halo (c) Microsoft Studios, Bungie & related creators. Text (c) L.Q. Coverdale. Content includes mentions of death.)
In the web of fate and the endless stars, she will be weaver and of unweaving.
In the tangled machinations of man and machine, she will pull the thread so slight.
As empires fall before her, she will watch the great upheaving.
As the engines blaze and the heroes lay dead, she will not go gently into space's darkest night.
She knows him.
She is the worker in the background, the benevolent voice in his head.
She calls out to him in the throes of damnation.
She will not fail, and she will not yield.
Dust and echoes, the end of all things - she knows this, perhaps even foreseen it.
Dust will blow from heaven and sky, but she is not blinded by the grains small and impudent.
And seven years will pass, and she will bow and break.
And, this protector of men, in all her knowledge from the ancients, is the pillar to all that you know.
A bang, a whimper, a snarl; they all wink out, no matter how violently or peacefully.
A Spartan, a construct, a war to fight; they all may burn, but the reaches of civilization are not yet amongst Hell.
Child of Catherine Halsey, do not go gently into that night.
Child of Catherine Halsey, the time is now for the fight.
You must live, until those seven years pass and you can do no more.
Let slip the collars of Wrath's straining dogs, and let humanity win to restore.