This was written in a Poetry SLAM workshop, like my friend Kopeke The Chronicler's poem, The Ballad of Halo. We were given a free-time session on the last day of the workshop, so three of us wrote some Halo stuff. Mine may not be as good as Kopeke's, but oh well.
I didn't submit this in poetry format because these words would be all spaced out like this.
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He will fight to his last breath,
A blind servant of his masters.
With glowing blades he deals out death-
He is the Arbiter.
Once was of the highest employ,
In the ranks of the Praetor.
Now even beneath the Unggoy,
Condemned as the Arbiter.
Leading troops bravely into war,
Leaving corpses for the coroner.
He once showed mercy, now no more,
The cold-blooded Arbiter.
Numerous weapons in his arsenal,
Plasma rifle, carbine, needler,
But the most deadly only the specialists handle.
The tools of the Arbiter.
Though he is branded with the Mark of Shame,
Bitter feelings he will not harbor.
His conquests will land him in the Hall of Fame,
Remembered as the Arbiter.
But now the Elites have seen the light-
The Prophets and Brutes, those vile betrayers!
Jiralhanae and Sangheili, engaged in battle,
The death blow dealt by the Arbiter.
Tartarus dead, the Covenant broken,
The Elites emerging victors.
Their leader, valiant, true and soft-spoken.
Is none other than
The Arbiter.
END