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.