Twas the night before, the Fall of Reach
Not a creature was stirring, not even The Chief
The Civilians just shopped, they didn't care
Hoping that the Covenant would never be there
The Chief was nestled all snug in his chamber
While dreaming of tea bagging a bunch of elite Rangers
And Halsey in her lab was wishing for Spartan 3's
Could see the coming of Winter Con-tin-gency
When out in the field, there arose such an explosion
"My sensor, my sensor! It detects a lot of motion"
Pull out my pistol and pull the trigger in a flash
To mow down a line grunts screaming as they dashed
The sun on the breast of an evergreen field
Horror and death, is all this would yield
Wow, what to my wondering eyes should appear
A Covie drop ship, the length of a light year
A Pelican approached, so lively and quick
I knew in a moment, it must be Noble 6
More rapid than Moa, his squad members came
And over the com he screamed and he shouted and called them by name
"Now Jun, and Emile, and Carter and Kat"
Jorge came with his turret, shortly after that
"To the end of the field, to the top of the hill!"
"Stop em in their tracks Spartans" - They were born to kill
As dry leaves that before were only covered in mud
Were now soaked in a thicker Covie Blue blood
So up to the hill top, the Pelican flew
With all of Noble, and number 6 too
And then, in a moment, I heard over the Com
"They are everywhere! and they are dropping bombs!"
I threw on my helmet and was turning around
Down came the Pelican, with Noble Team a bound
They were all dressed in metal, from head to their feet
Their acquaintance, No covie bastard wished to meet
Their armor grand, amazing, customized and unreal
I had to ask "What rank do you get that helm Emile?"
Then a WartHog, dropped in for us out of the sky
I was going to be Noble 7, I could see it in their eyes
Kat threw up her arms and proclaimed, "I'll Drive"
"No!", said the rest of Noble, "we wish to stay alive"
I tightly gripped the wheel, made me feel alive
I ramped over a hill, and made that pig fly
Rockets from the Hog screamed over my head
Killionaire OH MY!, that was 10 covies dead!
A Grunt was chubby and plump, a right jolly ol elf
More horrifying than I imagined, I thought, in spite of myself
In the blink of an eye and twist of his head
Noble 6 assassinated him, he was real dead
6 spoke not a word, but went straight to his job
He filled up on ammo, grenades and scooped up a Fuel Rod
And pointing his finger straight at the pillar of autumn
I knew what he meant, I understood, I got em
He sprang off his 'Goose, to his team he gave a whistle
No one had responded, they all went tragically missin'
In the distance, I heard 6 scream, "For Reach, For HumanBeings"
Reach was gone, but this was only the beginning.
[Edited on 12.08.2011 11:23 AM PST]