Rebel Soldier Poem by Corey Fauchon

He'd rather take Orders
He'd rather burn Borders
They want him Out
He has never lost a Bout

The soldiers are Scared
No-One speaked, no-one Dared
His heart is black & Hollow
He no longer wants to Follow

He steps out of Line
He left no last Sign
The battalion Search
One tree, His Perch

One single Blow
The soldiers blood Flow
Stains roots and leaves Red
Even the River Bed

One single Blast
One final Cast
One final Breath
Just before DEATH