Soldier

The din of the warfield, hot and bright

Armies clash in displays of might

Masterminds behind it all

Driving the legions to inevitable fall

Strength of numbers, strength of skill

Every soldier there is trained to kill

But only one could decide the fate

And send a king to ethereal gate

A stray arrow, bullet, or sword tip may

Ensure that his fellows see that day

Once a killer, never forget

Always to wonder, always regret

Why they were the final straw

It will always remain, a scar, a flaw

On the soul of that bloodstained soldier