Absurd Tomfoolery
All is not lost
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Content Warning: This poem contains mentions of genocide.
It all started with one colony, one barely-noticed colony.
An event that would light up the skies.
A war that would nearly kill an entire race.
Harvest was the starting point for the fall of Humanity.
All they left was glass.
Silent echoes, the constant rattle of gunfire.
Silence.
Sudden silence.
Soldiers who defended the shrinking light from the overwhelming dark.
Snuffed out in an instant.
They showed no mercy, slaughtering billions in their religious quest.
Using weapons from a long dead race.
A race that's only purpose was for peace.
The Forerunners had no intention of waging war.
But war came to them.
Humanity, fighting an enemy from beyond the stars.
A war that would end in betrayal, death, and everlasting remorse for the dead.
And the Flood...
A parasite that defeated the Forerunners.
Defeated their Sentinals.
Defeated their Enforcers.
You cannot control them.
You can only hope to contain them.
They almost decided the fate of the war.
They killed both sides in a genocidical quest.
One to infect.
And eat.
Eat the minds of the poor souls they had infected.
The HALO rings were the Forerunners absolute last option.
They used them in a matter of weeks after the Flood invaded.
They killed themselves, and nearly all sentient life in the universe.
Nothing but dust.
Nothing but echoes.
Then the HALO's were discovered.
By the Covenant.
But the Humans...
They defeated the Covenant.
At a cost to great to realize.
To Heroes fallen.
To Heroes lost.
You will not be forgotten.
Your valience will live on.
The people you gave your lives to protect will not forget you.
You will be remembered.
Forever.
And always.
It all started with one colony, one barely-noticed colony.
An event that would light up the skies.
A war that would nearly kill an entire race.
Harvest was the starting point for the fall of Humanity.
All they left was glass.
Silent echoes, the constant rattle of gunfire.
Silence.
Sudden silence.
Soldiers who defended the shrinking light from the overwhelming dark.
Snuffed out in an instant.
They showed no mercy, slaughtering billions in their religious quest.
Using weapons from a long dead race.
A race that's only purpose was for peace.
The Forerunners had no intention of waging war.
But war came to them.
Humanity, fighting an enemy from beyond the stars.
A war that would end in betrayal, death, and everlasting remorse for the dead.
And the Flood...
A parasite that defeated the Forerunners.
Defeated their Sentinals.
Defeated their Enforcers.
You cannot control them.
You can only hope to contain them.
They almost decided the fate of the war.
They killed both sides in a genocidical quest.
One to infect.
And eat.
Eat the minds of the poor souls they had infected.
The HALO rings were the Forerunners absolute last option.
They used them in a matter of weeks after the Flood invaded.
They killed themselves, and nearly all sentient life in the universe.
Nothing but dust.
Nothing but echoes.
Then the HALO's were discovered.
By the Covenant.
But the Humans...
They defeated the Covenant.
At a cost to great to realize.
To Heroes fallen.
To Heroes lost.
You will not be forgotten.
Your valience will live on.
The people you gave your lives to protect will not forget you.
You will be remembered.
Forever.
And always.
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