Narrative poem, yea yea I know it is quite not well polished but you may like it!
Title - Last soldier
Darkish night,
The small soldier protecting his life.
Pursuing fight,
Knowing it will be last to seen his own life.
Sparkle of stars lowering themselves.
All dead of poor slaves.
Crossing the forest,
Breaking a smile with last rest.
The people, the fake soldiers who tried to be cool,
Made their own team fool.
"But this lower lad was the fact who stayed there"
Painter smiles completing soldier paint with no face.
Yet small smile on his place.
Their name still erased.
( I revised it a little)
