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.
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