Stefen+McCone

__**Ode to Halo CTF**__

Begin a war between two teams, A constant struggle to capture The others most prized possession.

Armor clad warriors hold fast Their tools of battle and burning spirit, In hopes of tasting sweet victory Delivering the bitter taste of defeat amongst their foes.

The timer begins as both the armies Rush into combat, exchanging bullets and rockets Jeeps racing across the digital field Soon become twisted burning metal carcasses.

Constant death, followed by rebirth the grudge continues in adrenaline-pumping carnage

Amongst the chaos comes racing a small ATV Stored in the hands of its blue passenger A scarlet flag, waving in the wind.


 * __Praise to Daniel__**

A friend now a foe quick movements against pure power. moving from side to side fists raised ready to fight.

His face determined for victory but i would not allow defeat. I unleashed quick blows on him, he curled in a defensive ball.

One after the other he could never be broken I begin to fatigue he made his move

A swift power packed punch knocked to the ground Dazed and confused a padded hand helped me up.

A foe is once again a friend

code Thy soul shall find itself alone 'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone; Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy.
 * Spirits of the Dead ||||  ||
 * by [|Edgar Allan Poe] ||

Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness — for then The spirits of the dead, who stood In life before thee, are again In death around thee, and their will Shall overshadow thee; be still.

The night, though clear, shall frown, And the stars shall not look down From their high thrones in the Heaven With light like hope to mortals given, But their red orbs, without beam, To thy weariness shall seem As a burning and a fever Which would cling to thee for ever.

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish, Now are visions ne'er to vanish; From thy spirit shall they pass No more, like dew-drop from the grass.

The breeze, the breath of God, is still, And the mist upon the hill Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken, Is a symbol and a token. How it hangs upon the trees, A mystery of mysteries!

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code From childhood's hour I have not been As others were--I have not seen As others saw--I could not bring My passions from a common spring-- From the same source I have not taken My sorrow--I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone-- And all I lov'd--//I// lov'd alone-- //Then//--in my childhood--in the dawn Of a most stormy life--was drawn From ev'ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still-- From the torrent, or the fountain-- From the red cliff of the mountain-- From the sun that 'round me roll'd In its autumn tint of gold-- From the lightning in the sky As it pass'd me flying by-- From the thunder, and the storm-- And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view-- code || A Dream Within a Dream ||||  || code Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow: You are not wrong who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.
 * Alone ||||  ||
 * by [|Edgar Allan Poe] ||
 * by [|Edgar Allan Poe] ||

I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand-- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep--while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save //One// from the pitiless wave? Is //all// that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? code ||