Bungie: A Poem of Protection
You gave us a hero when times were bleak
You gave us a warrior we could turn to.
You donned him with mjolnir class armour,
Green and a visor so orange.
You gave him many names,
Spartan 117,
Master Chief,
You had the covenant know him as Demon,
His other names were,
And he had his fair share,
Reclaimer,
The Oracle even going so far as calling him Forerunner!
So I ask of you, a company so true,
What will you do
When all your big friends turn against you?
Will you look to your fans to steer you clear of failure?
Or will you give into petty demands and false procedures?
You gave us an enemy filled with honour and justice,
You gave Master Chief a worthy foe.
They fought with vicious pride,
Never fighting for what they thought was wrong.
They were the best,
Always living up to the test,
Defeating their enemies with ease.
They were the Elites!
Veterans of galactic war, yet never forgetting what it was for.
Then, a twist!
The honour within made them,
Turn on the rulers who deceived them!
Prophets of Mercy and Truth,
Lies seething out of every tooth.
Their greatest warriors turned foe,
Mercy and Truth knew what to do.
Appoint the Brutes,
Yes that seemed to do!
But with a roar and screech,
They soon became host
To that which was much worse than a ghost.
Yes they were forced to play host to creatures so gross,
That even your Elites shuddered
The Flood, a parasite which swept throughout the galaxy,
Bent on destruction and consumption,
But stopped by Spartan 117 and a special Elite called Arbiter.
So I say to you, don't forget that I think you're the best,
You passed the gamers' test,
Proved yourself above all the rest,
As I would say,
Your simply the best!
Bungie, I must say, I truly adore you.
I'd be in dismay,
If no one else seemed to agree!