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Poetry

Poetry and thoughts that have plagued my mind. Not all of it was saved, but some of it was, so here it is lovelies.

Ode to the Toy Soldier

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by MartianReeds

by MartianReeds

I bless thee with Valor

I praise thee with honor

I pray for thee with hope,

I bury thee with mourning,

You have fought your last battle,

Truth of which was your first,

Man be so mortal,

Yet it is war which that we thirst,

I knighted thee with holy water,

A sword,

And a flask,

All of which were found by your side,

After the battle deemed your last,

I blessed thee with Valor,

And praised thee with honor,

And prayed for thee with hope,

All to waste now.

Because you're dead now little toy soldier.

I buried you with your sword.

Your arrows,

Your flask, your uniform,

But not your musket.

For that musket is doomed to be passed to the next soldier,

And the next,

My ode is to you,

Oh little toy soldier.

You are saved,

But saved too late,

I lay my ode down with you,

Oh little Toy Soldier,

Lost to the battle,

Of the war which man so thirsts for.