Ghosts of Onyx Poem
Posted By: Sean Mortensen<spartan-257@hotmail.com>
Date: 14 April 2007, 5:16 am
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In the darkest corners of the mind,
Someone would hope to find,
That a hero for all mankind,
Would be standing tall.
But for him that wasn't so.
After all the training was done,
And the battles just begun,
On a world far from here,
The Ghosts of Onyx would appear.
As the countdown began.
So as the Ghosts went to and fro,
A former teacher we all know,
Who's mind was sharp as the tip of a bow,
Discovered the secret behind the show.
And as those survivors met with the teacher,
Who tried to understand,
But discovered that her own creation,
Was standing there, against the sand.
The sands of time.
But as the others finished their job,
And arrived at that beautiful planet,
They discovered a transmission,
From someone, thought dead,
Who just began his final mission.
But as all tales go, the wars begin,
Yet without sacrifice they won't win,
So as the countdown slowly ended,
The blessing of the Forerunners was quickly rendered.
And the Ghosts of Onyx rose,
With spears of light brighter than the sun,
But with solemn thoughts of young Ambrose,
The battle against good and evil has just begun.
And yet, in passing, in revelation,
Those few who passed through the tear in time,
Didn't know yet that their next mission,
Was to bring back artifacts of old.
And in conclusion of a great tale,
There is one last thing to say:
As the heroes inevitably fall,
Against those angels who get their wings,
And begin to fly, to their last monument,
Up on high, with the gods of Valhalla saying:
Spartans Never Die.
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