From the Infernal
(This was written for the clan Spartans of the Infernal on Halo Crusades.)
The crests of the seas of flame over looking the shattered horizons, engulfing all in the burning sensation.
Moons overlooking, shining through the infernal, and giving a pale haze throughout the lands.
Smoke fuses with steam, fruits and flowers burning, thickening the air with the deadly aroma.
From the sea will come one of virtue, a savior and a fiend. A warrior, a shadow, and a friend.
He would fix the havoc recked on this city, further it's bond, and strengthen it and its citizens.
But once more would the sea of flame rise, and call out his name, and he shall follow the call.
This time the city is strong against the ocean, and once again the moon shines, and havoc shall ensue all.
Spartans of the Infernal Contratpion
(Also written for the clan on HC)
Spawned from the belly of the devil itself and born before the blaze, they set forth from the infernal. And they set foot on the earth, and they set foot from sea to sky, thus, setting into motion, the gears of war.
And they continued into the lands, the calm upon itself, the calm unto itself, and the years had remained as they were. And those years shall stretch, and extract the hungers, and anger shall boil, thus, setting into motion, the gears of violence.
Red dawns await those who meet them, and blood will follow those who do. And that blood shall taint flesh and clay, cloth and road, marking grief and anger, thus, setting into motion, the gears of revenge.
And they hath been slain, and their thoughts and furies remained. And so did their spirits and dignities, virtues and vice, pride and guilts.
Long live in spirit, word and blade, the Spartans of the Infernal Contraption.
That poem was based off a much smaller version, not made by me:
Spawned from the belly of the devil itself,
They set forth from the Infernal.
And the set foot on the Earth,
Thus, setting into motion, the Gears of War.
You may call me F.
(On that Halo Community, I used to go as "F". Also, as a Halo Reference, I made this 700 letters long.)
Foosh! The forgotten formulas of the fields were fashioned by the fascists and fastened families to fervid affairs. A faction was formed to fight these flagitious folk, so I fused with them, a friendless fool forgotten by the feds and featured as foil and favorable fellow, formed it to how it is in the freshest of features. Formerly, I was facile and foolish, folding to fiendish and frenzied fascinations and fantasies, and being followed by the federacy. Now my facility was fed and I am fixed for infiltrating the fray and finishing this fighting forever by forcing them to flee! For now I must freeze and forget this, as I am flexiloquent, and it is my favor to face you and you may call me F.
For people who don't understand...
ROFLMAOLOLW00T! The laws of the lands got changed by evil people and made the good people sad. So this group got together to fight these assholes, so I joined them. At first, I was just some idiot w/o friends, and the government forgot me. I can be a good guy or a bad guy, but in the end I helped to form the clan to the freshest of features. I was stupid in the beginning, and did whatever sounding fun, but now I'm smart, but now the government is chasing me. But now I'm hell bent on going undercover in the bad guys lair and stopping this war forever by making them flee. I need to stop talking now because I make to many big words, and I am honored to meet you. Oh, and my name is "F".