A Soldier's Sunset

Upon the stage of silent stars, a general takes his bow, The curtain falls on battle cries, and on his furrowed brow. A warrior rests, his watch complete, where cold wars churned and raged, With honor's shield and valiant heart, his final battle's waged. The front lines fade into the past, as history's page does turn, Yet in the eternal parade of time, his legacy shall burn.

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