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He has fallen, slain down slowly Once a bronze solider, once 

Now a heap of a moment that was great

A Stolen victory, taken by the relentless enemy Now dying like the eve of last year’s first light 

Vapors of his last breaths dissipates into the dark Stars gleam, the eyes of the angels, they watch 

The celestials call above from the sky Calling him home to a heaven The song is sung, the battles’ won 

Made just for the fallen warrior

© SeaLight

Author's Note

Let me know what you think!
Please be kind, I'm trying my best :)

Reviews

[Pushkar Prabhat]

this is beautiful.......
you write with wisdom and skill....
powerful thought provoking write.......
loved it!!!
:)

[Sea Light]

Thank you! I really appreciate your comment. :)

[Pushkar Prabhat]

you are welcome..........!!! :) :)