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.