ODST Poem
Posted By: Cyclone 75<funky_monkey_cal@hotmail.co.uk>
Date: 1 March 2009, 2:07 pm
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(Scribbled poem found on a bloodstained notepad clutched in the hands of the dead body of an ODST in the streets of New Mombasa.)
Drop out of the heavens, into the fire,
Falling through ash, situation seems dire.
Plummeting down, into the jaws of Hell,
Preparing to drop, in my empty cell.
My coffin hurtles down towards its grave,
Accompanied by more, wave after wave.
Metallic rain soaks the burial mound,
My tomb falls onwards and hits urban ground.
Hours creep by and I emerge from my crypt,
Phantoms scream in the sky, brutes have been shipped.
I stalk the streets in search of my allies,
Once regrouped, we can regain our prize.
A strange ally insures I'm not alone,
Aids me and guides me into the unknown.
I keep to the right:its advice is lean,
The Superintendant must keep it clean.
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I decided to write a poem about the Halo 3: ODST trailer.
Enjoy some fan creativity - Literacy style!
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