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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Watch as the archer of sorrow steps slowly among the shadows of lost memories, Clad in robes woven from the threads of promises forgotten on the shelves of time, His quiver rattling with arrows soaked in the ink of unspoken silences, Each adorned with feathers plucked from the wings of angels fallen into oblivion. His bow is carved from the rib of a god who drowned in his own vanity, Polished with the tears of regret and lacquered with the sweat of scattered dreams, He draws the string not with ordinary fingers, but with the tendons of past lives, Pulled taut by the tension of unsaid words, petrified under the weight of the past. His arrows do not seek to pierce the skin, for that would be too gentle, too easy, But slip between the ribs, traveling through the labyrinth of veins that carry desires, Searching for the hidden pulse of the heart, where they settle as a silent burden, Like uninvited guests who refuse to leave, draining every last trace of warmth. He hunts without a drawn map, without a name engraved on stone slabs, His target resides in the empty cavities where laughter once found its home, Even the moon turns away, casting its light to other corners of the night, Ashamed of how often it has witnessed his silent and ruthless victories. And yet, his aim is unfailing, unmoved by prayers or desperate offerings, The archer never misses, but waits for the moment you believe you are healed, When you think the past is buried and your soul is ready to soar once more, Only then does he send his arrows, reminding you of shadows that never fade.
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