This is my poem from Halo Revolutions Volume 2 -- a Fan version of Evolutions.
Hope you like it.
[i] From flowers and families
my story must be told.
I was flawed, imperfect
never to grow old.
But though battered and bruised
my heart failing now,
a pain in my spine and sweat on my brow,
I know it is not I that must save us now.
For I am not alone, but divided in flesh,
my better half fit and healthy, never to rest.
And as I lie dying, my dreams in sight
I know my brother, of me the clone,
will never give up the fight. [/i]
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] MaxRealflugel [/quote] It's really good, albeit pretty depressing. I liked how you didn't come out in the poem and just say 'clone', you just hinted at it. Very nice job.