Author's note: I wrote this a while ago and thought it would be nice to share this poem with you all. With my other work with By Sheer Volume, I simply don't seem to have the time for anything else it seems. So, fiddling with the idea of "what if a forunner was also to blame for the fall of his own race?" this little baby popped up!
Disclaimer: Halo is the property of Bungie studios.
"I fell from grace many times,
But this is my worst betrayal.
To cut my people down for my own sake,
Leaves me bare chest and frail.
For now my armor is gone,
My sword is turned to nothing but glass.
I hold my own against the ones
Who have damned others in the past."
"They're here,
And I have nothing now.
Family and friends,
Brothers and sisters,
All of them are gone.
My voice is all that echoes in the darkness,
For I am the only one.
Beasts from the dark are following me,
Blind ones who cannot see.
They smell the blood upon my hands,
And hunt vigorously."
"They told me to hold the line,
And so I did.
They asked of me of things while others would hide,
My fears they forbid.
I promised to protect them,
But the monsters offered me more.
To sell my soul was out of fear,
Nothing quite so bold."
"I am a coward.
That is the definition of this shell.
Even now,
I run away from those monsters I despise.
My anger cannot quell
My shaking frame,
My heart cannot give rise
To the bravery of my brothers.
Though they are carcasses now,
They're fate was more merciful.
A demise I wish to be endowed."
"Freedom.
That is what those beasts promised me.
From pride,
From anger,
From destruction,
The next step in evolution
And that was their game.
I know better now.
And had I been Bequeath with such knowledge before,
I would not be forlorn."
"We set the traps,
And they were sprung.
Though I doubt they will cease their attack,
For this I give them praise.
Though they will soon meet their match.
For we hold the array.
Our weapons are at the ready.
For my blinded admiration,
This will give me clarity."
"I leave this plain.
I can feel my body be over come,
It's tendrils in my skull.
This fate, well disserved.
My sins are being admonished,
Soon they will be swept clean.
Reserved power will wipe
These vermin from the galaxy.
Our machines will protect,
What we have destroyed."
Author's note: And with that, it ends. Or shall I say, this is how it all began. "From the beginning, You know the end." I think would be the best tag line to end this with. But alas, Bungie also own that line. Darn, but oh well.
I hope you liked this poem and have a nice day.
Thank you for reading,
Bleachedcookie