A Series of Poems: Darkness Erupts Mini-series: Poem 2
Posted By: (ENS) Rabid_Gallagher<rabid_masterchief@hotmail.com(STOP SPAMMING ME! I DON'T WANT FREE PORN!)>
Date: 29 December 2004, 10:15 PM
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Death...the ever sweet sorrow
The one who silently waits at your bed
Waiting...waiting for it's chance
It will wait there, as long as it takes
Death comes in any shape it can think of
Grunts, Elites, Flood, it doesn't matter at all
He will follow you and wait for it's chance
It will wait there, as long as it takes
Death silently creeps upon you
it smells your blood, your oh sweet necter
It activates it's sword of death
It will wait there, as long as it takes
He finally sees his chance, he runs for it
You turn around, and laugh in Death's face
Death runs and swipes, hoping he hit his target
He will wait there, as long as it takes
Death stands over your body
Himself happy and hungry, simply staring at your body
He sinks his teeth into your body, the blood like a juice to him
He will stay there, as long as it takes
You get up, and stare Death down his face
You take a fragmentation grenade and arm it
You throw it down his throat, then speak into his eyes
"See you in hell!"
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