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Just a short one. Got a bit of a line going and decided to run with it.

Dead by a lonely heart.
Troubled from the very start.
He didn't get far.
Before shining stars.
Fallen by the flag.
He had so readily raised in his hand.
Staggered along.
To the beat of the drum.
Spattered by metal.
Pelted by fire.
Thrown to the side.
Of the bloody ditch.
I marched past.
To my own last.
A breath.
A sheath.
For a broken sword.
Coloured red.
By body paint.
Now I climb the wagon.
Before the shining stars.
The Stripe.
The Red.
The White.