On The Eve Of Lightfall, Here We Go Guardians!

On the Eve of Lightfall, here we go guardians!

So, my fireteam was joking around in the voice chat tonight, and someone brought up the concept of The Night Before Christmas, but as The Night Before Lightfall. I kept chewing on the idea as we were doing our activities this evening, and so the following poem was born:

The Night Before Lightfall

'Twas the night before Lightfall and all through the Tower,

The Guardians awaited a big shift in Power,

Their armor was hung up by Ada with care,

And knowledge the Black Fleet quite soon would be there.

The Ghosts were all nestled so snug with their Risen,

In hopes that the Traveler would survive this new schism.

And Zavala in his armor and Shaxx with his horn,

With Rasputin gone, we all are forlorn.

When far out in space there arose such a clatter,

The Vanguard assembled to see what was the matter.

Away to the hangar we dashed with all haste,

As fast as we could, there was no time to waste.

The moon with its Hauntings still fills us with dread,

With The Witness approaching, we can’t get ahead,

When what to our wondering eyes should appear,

But Osiris’s visions to keep us from fear.

With a brand new location, so neon and new,

We knew in an instant it was not all through.

And it sparked and glowed and was all filled with Strand,

And a safe place (for the moment) for us to land.

On Hunters! On Warlocks! On Titans so strong!

With Void! And with Solar! Arc, Stasis along!

To the top of the building! And to The Arcade!

With little Strand buddies the Warlocks have made!

As starlight before the nova ignites,

The Guardians readied for their respective fights.

So to the far reaches of space they flew out,

With their ships full of weapons, and hearts oh so stout.

And then in a twinkling a new class appeared,

All lovely and green and full of ads cleared.

To travel the rooftops and swing thru the world,

And cute little Strand cats with whiskers all curled.

But out in the distance The Witness still waits,

With the Darkness and Pyramids- the Black Fleet that they’ve Shaped.

We all are in danger of Collapse 2.0,

And even The Traveler has nowhere to go.

We spring to our ships, our Fireteams ready,

Our armor enhanced and our trigger fingers steady.

And so we all say, in the face of this threat,

“Eyes up, Guardian. It’s not over yet.”