The Flight of An Arrow

Dawn broke The eastern pink sky Drew across the stars As they faded and lost to the night I called the eagle To guide me Piercing whistle That I learnt as a boy Running wild and free I walked in the company of men High above, eagles flew The wraiths are coming from the otherworld too Carrying the angst and pain That has no place and name Here at Heartstone The screeching and wailing Increased hideously The tattered cloaks Scattering the scree I stood, with the company of men My bow ready Arrows drawn Arm, steady I have trained to defend Truth and love Nobility Chivalry The wraiths gathered The screeching and wailings Piercing through To our souls We are ready To fight to the end To defend All that is true The flight of an arrow Unleashed Steadied by the eagles’ feather Of brown and gold It flew Straight and true In to the non existent heart Of a wraith bitter and cold It was this I slew A bundle of rags fell For it is not the metal tip That killed It was the feather of a Heartstone Eagle Truth be told That slew A wraith, bitter and cold The wraiths flew From behind the mountain The screeching and wailing Tattered cloaks Scattering the scree They came in their hundreds To fall For, truth and love From a feather Of a mighty eagle above Slew the hearts Bitter and cold Brown and gold glow Flashing by The flight of an arrow The archers Standing tall The gleam of brown and gold That flew Deep in to the cold bitter hearts Of stories now told Of men of the longbow I reached I pulled Many arrows to fly Of a star Of a longbow Aquila am I The longbow of dark wood Felt my strength As I clasped its’ bronze inlaid feathers And reached And pulled Arrows of brown and gold Deep into wraiths Its’ purpose understood The sky turned black With eagles that twisted and turned Of wraiths, slain Felled by the longbow Down they fell In to their own stinking hell The brown and gold aglow Darkness falling The fires lit so bright In a company of men That celebrated under starlight Remember…. This day well When the archers Masters of the longbow Sent the wraiths back To their stinking hell Of Aquila Who slew More than most The flight of an arrow That holds true