The Marines
Pillars of high gray stone,
Deep brown
muddy trenches,
The lush green rolling forests;
Places where
they seek cover...
They lock and load,
Waiting their
orders,
The Covenant paint the horizon;
Some would not
live...
Back at home,
Their families mourn,
They suffer
the consequences;
They're well enough alone...
Plasma
burns,
Bodies softly fall,
Blood pours to the ground;
They
live the hells of war...
May their souls drift along the
barren battlefield,
May they rest in peace,
The Covenant may
have beaten them,
But the UNSC Marines will live on...