The Brilliant Victory - A Poem
Posted By: Arithmomaniac<handspring98118@aol.com>
Date: 24 June 2004, 9:03 PM
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The Master Chief, flying away In tattered green hide With a few of his fellow comrades From what was soon to be a small, bright sun Hid behind a moon.
Confusion was everywhere. Death was imminent For the dozens Of sleek, brightly colored Covenant ships Waiting to eliminate the human race.
He arrives at his ship, But instead of mainly seeing A purple, glittering monolith Floating in the endless space, He was met by a battered vessel, Looming around the moon.
Then Haverson's voice floods his head. "I realized that even with The small star, about to blossom On this forsaken rock, Most of the Covenant would not perish.
Remember the Alamo. A stunning defeat, But a brilliant strategic victory."
Then, the remains of a shining, bending artifact Built by the Forerunners, long ago Flashed on hundreds of crystal screens.
The legions of vessels Zoomed near the derelict Covenant ship Preparing to fire TYheir glowing cannons, Huddled in one small ball Around the center of the base.
Suddenly, A soundless, eerie flash Followed by a fireball Consumed the hundreds of fearless vessels And turned them into dust.
With only a few enemies left, The Master Chief would have time To alert Earth And save humanity again.
The last words of Haverson, Still ringing true, Rang in his ears.
"A brilliant strategic victory," he whispered.
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