  
A Series of Poems: Death 
Posted By: (ENS) Rabid_Gallagher<rabid_masterchief@hotmail.com> 
Date: 27 November 2004, 9:30 AM
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Death. . the eversweet sorrow 	The call that beckons the old and young 	It waits and waits, circling you like a vulture 	Until your life slips from your grasp
  	Plasma explodes everywhere around you 	Death has thrown his card 	He waits and waits for you to die 	But Death shall not come tonight
  	You flee from the battle, afraid for your life 	He follows you, waiting for your imminent death 	The Grim Reaper takes the shape of an Elite 	His scythe is now a Plasma Sword
  	You slip into Death's world 	He greets you with open arms 	But then you realize that Death can be beat 	And fight to go back
  	The Elite swings his sword, it apparent that it cut you 	You stand tall, the blade went through 	You take the Sword from the surprised Elite's hand 	And push it into his stomach, the blood oh sweet nectar
  	A green warrior stands over the horizon 	His BR55 in one hand, Shotgun in other 	He runs towards you, firing his weapons. 	He takes the shape of Michael, the glorious Archangel
  	The angel rushes into the pack of Covenant 	Guns blazing, Elites dying 	He stands in the middle of the pack 	His hands a bloody crimson
  	"Run!" He yells, trying to fall back 	You run, scared and afraid 	He stands in the middle, waving his finger 	He would kill many today 	 	You run faster and faster 	God have taken his mercy upon you 	You look back, to see if Michael made it 	Nothing was behind him, only Death 	 	The Covenant look up, hearing a large noise 	Wings fluttering was the sound of Death 	The Archangels flew towards Earth 	The Humans have found a ally. . . 	 	The Covenant scream in pain and agony 	The Angels showed no mercy 	The Covenant were taken back by the ferocity of the attacks 	The Angels showed no mercy
  	A squad of Elites cowered in fear 	The Angels ran into them, killing them 	You run, afraid that you might die in the battle 	You stop, then run back
  	You stand in the middle of the battlefield, with open arms 	Death has come for you 	You scream, getting the Covenant's attention 	Death has taken you
  	You stand at the Gates To God's Kingdom 	He lets you in 	He hands you your wings and a sword 	"Go back son. And Finish your fight!"
  	You fly back down 	The Angels are winning 	You stand tall, with Michael 	You would kill many today. . . 	 (AN: The reference to Michael is from the New Testament, in the Book Of Revelations. If you haven't read it, Michael is the angel who commands God's Archangels, and defeats the dragon, who is following the woman. If you want to see the dragon, watch "Red Dragon", the movie with Hannibal Lecter. They shows the picture many times.) 
  
  
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