Chariot of Fire
Twisting, turning,
roving across the land,
Three alert marines, two are old
hands.
Young Jones the newest of the three,
Sitting in the side
seat, grinning with glee.
Kensington is behind the wheel,
With
a faux fur seat, he likes the feel.
Swenlin, The most experienced
with the gun,
was in the back, hoping for some fun.
As the
drove along, through the rough, harsh land,
They see a long thin
purple band.
'Covenant raiding party' Swenlin whispered with
awe,
Jones looked exited, and pulled his gun from the floor.
