Monday, June 27, 2011

Toy Soldier

My splintered legs feel like breaking, a tired face though undeterred.
This paint, this mask, this uniform; for one's life led without reserve.
My name left in hallowed hearts, with a gun that etches stone.
This soldier will stand strongly for this guiding light is not alone

by
"Narallen Blackmore"

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