Archers Ballad

Archers ballad… My arrows take flight, Steady, straight and true, Measured breath, careful aim Tensioned sinew over bone Sun glistened on sweaty brow, Sharpened points, purposed for difference, I release you, release you, Piercing air and realm of spirit, like you pierce my heart, Designed and destined for the use Of King, and His ransomed souls, Find your place, do your damage, My quiver empties With sorrow filled eyes and smile My hand reaches and grasps the void Knowing already you’ve gone, Still, I’m filled with the joy of you’re memory You will be missed my little arrows, And I will remain always, here for you.