Eirenikos

I remember a young man of long ago, I as fond of him as he the bow. We thrived together, discovering astride, grew into our own side by side. I came for the archery, and stayed for the friends - oh, the parts we played. We shot, spoke, studied and strummed; on my heart's strings the experience thrummed. This companion's name intrigued sans surcease, 'til he told how Eirenikos means peace. Greek it was, and Greek it was to me, for anger ever flows within me with glee. In spite of that, we teamed well, made a fine pair, learned how to wear blade, bow and banter proud and fair. Every event we could make it to cemented thus more; there, I felt unfettered - normally, always at war. Now here I sit, trying to keep his lessons in mind, while to Dante's lands, for a spell, myself I've signed. Amidst this strife, I long for those halcyon days, to return to Eirenikos's eponymously equable ways. Two sides of the same coin, were this bowman and I, his name the chronic reminder - a better man is ever nigh. In his world, myself I chose to engross; striving to speak with the voice of Eirenikos.