Matt Tambor

The Pit

A symmetrical death trap,
Endless passageways
Were bad descisons, will lead you to an everlasting sleep.
Countless times has death
Encountered nameless people in disguise.

Many interlocking hallways,
All leading to the most important one,
A wide jade hall
With a nook in the side
Which contains the most powerful tool
To dispose of your opponents.

If you choose to leave the hall
To take a longer route
Then you will probably find
The sphere of immortality.

Inside lay thousands of organisms
Contained by a glass shield
Which only can be penetrated
By the tantalizing touch of a spartan.
As the Spartan shatters the glass,
And the organisms become a part of him
Any bystanders,
Stand motionless and terrified
As they witness
The transformation of the weak peasant,
To a dominant dictator,
Emerging from the brink of death
To execute his plan of revenge.

Storming through The Pit
Laying waste to any shade of blue
Who comes across his sight.
The Grim Reaper,
With just a touch
They fall,
Until one by one
Their fates are sealed.
“Extermination” comes the voice from within.
All hope seems lost for the blue,
But then the Great White Hope
Comes to end the Grim Reaper’s
Dream.
The tears of defeat and the cheers of joy echo throughout the screen.




[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]


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