A/N: So I was supposed to be writing a poem for my creative writing class, but the guidelines we had to work with were pretty strict and I had writer's block. I figured I'd loosen myself up a bit by writing whatever came to mind... and Lee Adama came to mind. Truly, wonders never cease.
Little Soldier Boy
Little Soldier Boy lost
His heart in
Ill-fated flames;
Wisps of shattered past stained
Shrinking future with
Ire and
Burning enmity.
Little Soldier Boy took
Sleeping pills made
Of halfhearted lies
And hidden wishes for
A measure of esteem.
Little Soldier Boy became
The slow burn of
Hope and
Found the world and
Forfeited the King at
The loss of the Queen and
Then that
Little Soldier Boy
He lost
His heart.
