The Unknown Soldier
He stands upon the hill, if only by the force of his will,
To face the enemy all around, his comrades they do surround.
Fear can be seen in his eyes, hope therein dies,
The fallen have been revealed; their fate is sealed.
The enemy screams for blood, they break upon his line like a flood,
Fighting with fury fueled by fear, he knows in his heart that death is near.
Despair finds its nest, in the heart beating in his chest,
It is a crow that feeds, the last thing he needs.
His feet stand fast, thinking of the past.
The flash of gunfire, the moon flies higher.
His life will end on the barrel of a gun, never again to see the sun.
Suddenly, a flash of pain, and he is dreaming again.
Never to wake.