All is silent
Amidst the frosty tundra
Where dust outlines and blurry silhouettes roam rampant -
Apocalyptic prelude or just frostbitten monotone, only the heavens know
Where howls resound, round about the crags and rift valleys –
The voice of none, meant for no one
Where steel-gray grass sway timidly in the gale –
Through the metal there is little of substance;
A soulless render of an unfortunate spirit?
There lies a soul of similar grayness;
Not of hollowness, but of the steely-eyed resolution of a Spartan
Adherent to command, devoted to his cause
A dull, sub-zero killing machine, or a warm-blooded assassin of thought and mind and action?
Whose footsteps impart the earth with a blue-luminous trail of blood and flesh
Whose wake amasses an armada of genocidal proportions
Whose ominous glare puts down all those who stand in his path –
The messenger of destruction
The solo vocalist in the symphony of a massacre
The fleet-footed hunter in search of his game
A lone Spartan, prologue of eradication
Based off eatmorecookiez's screenshot 'A Pale Chill' at http://www.bungie.net/Stats/Reach/FileDetails.aspx?fid=21250359&player=eatmorecookiez (Could someone please PM him/her for me to inform him/her about this? Holidays are over and i can't play during schooling months.)
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