Moving into poetry...

'The Fall'

Bring him into the sun

For his life seeped pointlessly away.
This great heroic soldier,
His body now cracked and broken.
Hope is all gone.
The sticky mess of his life
And yellow life-blood oozing away
Is an obvious sign of the truth.
He died a daring death
On duty for his nation.
He may have only been a watchguard
But he will be mourned by all.
None could make such an impact
As this little, brave body.
He had no warning,
He had no time,
Before the turret crumbled.
For what cause did he pass?
What protection did he receive?
Yet he gave his verve gladly
For the progress of his race.
He broke down the wall
Of proud, prejudiced segregation.
What else can be done?
What else can be gleaned?
The great Cackleberry Attack
Has claimed another victim.
The royal guard, infantry and cavalry,
Are all powerless to help.
Let this madness end,
Let the suffering stop
Before countless others fall.
Throughout the ages,
We will all mourn and respect him
Our great champion, Mutty D. Phumpy.
Centuries from now,
He will still be remembered.