A Dead Man Lost In Dawn Poem by Keelie Smith

Lying on the bloodied ground
Dying as any proud man should
In the place of his country
He had fought for only good
As he looked up into the blackened morning sky
Hope and peace filled his eyes
He knew that it was for the best
He had done his part
It was time he had left, for a better place
Now a hazy dawn would swallow him
Stealing his body
But not his soul
He would fade into the unknown
He was a man who lived and died in a darkened dawn
Now he was gone
But those who love him will remember him forever