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]