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There is a tale from a time of war. Two warring factions fighting to the death for the sake of humanity. The UNSC the last defense of humankind faces off against an alien adversary hell bent on completing the "Great Journey" it is a time for to hero's to be born but also a time for hero's to fall. This is a tale of great beginnings, bonds of trust forged, betrayal, and the true meaning of honor in a time of a blood drenched war. Two warriors from completely different races and on opposite sides of the war find the meaning of existence while fighting for survival in a war they where born to fight for. This is the story HALO; This is the story

Freedom of a Demon It was not supposed to end like this, my hatred had overcome me and I lost control. Now they hunt me, destined to run for all of eternity. All because of my mistake, he abused her, he had no damn right. They found me holding her cowering in my arms, he lied their beheaded, bruised and beaten lying in a pool of his own blood. They beat me for my mistake, I took the beatings, when they decided to rid the girl of existence. They were shocked when I stood they beat me as I walked, the demon that hold the girl his head gave away to my grasp. The girl lay their in the blood drenched mud in fear, she was scared for her life and

In the sky above. They dance and dazzle. Twisting and twirling. In the light of the moon. They are the spirit lights. They were living now they lay dead. They dance in wonder. In the light of the north. Icicles reflect their beauty. As polar bears look to the sky. The spirit lights dazzle. Cross the midnight sky. The lights cross into the night. As the sun behins to rise. The spirit lights escape into the night. To dance and dazzle another night. They are spirit lights. They are the lights of the north.

Raise me from hell. To the light of heaven. Bring my soul. So I may fight. Bring my sword. So I may slay. Show no mercy. Show our memory's. Of our pain and suffering. Let them perish in hell's flame. Fly to above. Fly to the heavens. Perish those shall. Perish those who sing. Those who sing the song of life. Fall to hell. Fall to home. Celebration begins. As angel's fall. They fall to hell. To perish into eternity. This is hell. This is home. This is hells flame.

Paschendale Here I lay in a trench Surrounded by my dead brothers This is the end This is the end of me in Paschendale The whistle blows and over I go In to gunfire I run For victory in Paschendale The rain bears down like the gunfire Artillery pummels the ground I charge the line dodging barbwire Facing artillery fire I fire my rifle A burst of gunfire We all fall Here I lie In the blood soaked fields Here I lie in Paschendale

What is it like to be twisted beyond reality. What does it feel like. It feels indestructible. The power to emerge victorius. The power to take down the sickness. With the animal inside im ready. Im ready to break from this aslyum. To help the children of the lost in this land of confusion. We will be named the sons of plunder as we live past midnight. Ten thousand fists will be raised in this dehumanized time. The stricken shall face the parasite as we deify order. This sacred life shall not be forgiven in this time of pain redefined. Inside the fire its just another way to die in this perfect insanity. We are twisted. We are t

A young man walks down a busy main street muttering to himself. He kicks a lone can as he turns into a dark alley, "Melisa I miss you so much why did you have to die" the man yells in anger as he continuous forward. "Well it looks like someone is angry" a dark voice spoke as a man in a dark trench coat and wide brimmed hat strolled forward. "Why do you care" the young man muttered. "Well I just happen to have a deal for you, Jacob" the dark man spoke. "How do you know my name" Jacob spoke frightened. "I know everything about you, your birth date is September 12 1989 to the parents of Jake & Lucy Summer, they died in a train wreck on your 15th

Leaves of autumn fall to earth. As signs of winter begin to show. From green to yellow to golden brown. Leaves change to beauty after fields green. It is the season of gold. The time before the cold. Fun is at hand with in piles of gold. As the harvest is brought in. Celebration begins. Turkey thighs and cranberry pies. Litter tables of giving. Orange melons stand in fields. Waiting for the day. Daylight falls as decorations are on the wall. Pumpkins are plucked as treats are strung. As trick or treaters stalk the streets. On the hunt for treats. As the night of halloween ends. White wonder begins. The season of gold is rep

If I was there that day She would be here. Happy and proud. I would kiss here. She would kiss me back. But I wasn't there. I went my way. She went her way. I should have stayed. Now shes gone. Gone from my memory. Why did I leave. Why didn't I stay. She gone for good. I cant change that. Things would be different. If I was there that day.

Fallen but not Forgotten When the planes crashes the world watched. Flames of devastation spews smoke of horrors. Fellow humans rush to help but to fall in our memory. Countless rushed to help but most came back. Firefighters to Policemen to first responders. They risked their lives to help the fallen. They fell in the line of duty but help save many. They are hero's to our young and to our old. The devastation was impossible to wander past. Many fell on that dark day. But they will never be forgotten. We stand silent in the memories of the fallen hero's. They risked their lives to save ours. They may be gone but they leave behi