Little soldier boy, his hands bloodied
His innocence shattered and muddied.
Too broken to know love, too old to cry
Alas, he is not too young to die?
Beautiful boy with those eyes
Laying inside a puddle of flies
Stomach wretching and wrenching
Others with cold eyes, unflinching
Death so easy, they walk on by
His eyes, forever watching the sky
Little solder boy, can you hear me?
No more fighting, don't you see?
There will be no more blood and pain
On the battlefield, honourably slain
Little soldier boy, sleep, rest..
Tomorrow.. tomorrow will be the final test.

In dedication..

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Chronos, in the year 513 AF.