A Soldier's Story
As great warriors they traveled through the night,
preparing for what was to be their greatest fight.
They were guided by the star that shone so bright,
as it led them into the dead of night.
There were no sounds only cries of pain.
The warriors killed and killed again.
From dust they came and to dust they went,
as the smoldering flames devoured their tents.
Upon a stone a warrior sat and cried.
For upon that night a child had died.
The child lay not moving in the sand.
The warrior bent down and took his hand.
He said no words but merely cried.
Because on that night a soldier's heart had died.
