A lone Sangheili

This was another one I made for the poetry portfolio

Being a lone Sangheili in the Mountains

The clean, cold air surrounded him
Snow drifted down and settled on his smooth black armor
Nothing broke the crisp silence except for his breathing
The Glacier waters slowly flowed in front of his log
His four fingers touched its frozen bark,

Silent pains in his chest
Nothing could fill the hole in his heart 
Longing for the comfort and companionship
Only she could fill that spot
The final survivor of his squad

eh, I was bored, all I really care about is the picture