One Lone Tin Soldier

One Lone Tin Soldier From a darkened deathly dungeon room to a lighter part of day Thirstily and hungrily all seemed to reach their long endless crusade, And thus meandered with his child-master and ventured away Still so full of honor and bound behind he had firmly stayed. For he was known as One Tin Soldier, hidden in my attic and found One lonely lone survivor who and which had happened so, so long ago, Perhaps he was a held prisoner, all enclosed and initially and bound, Held with the unknown barrier, then freed at last-thus be as though. Onto another page and dilemma, he was left in a cold darkened cell Which was locked behind a well hidden, vaulted cement doors, To never be able to talk or even hear stories to read and tell, Forever he is now home, lost and forgotten from the wasted wars. One lonely lone survivor who and which happened so, so long ago Perhaps he was held prisoner, all enclosed and initially and bound, Held within the unknown barrier, then freed at last thus it maybe as though For he was known as The One Lone Tin Soldier, which happened so very long ago. Written: Nov. 10, 2015