Choose Carefully Thy Retribution

Is it the arrow while in its flight? That determines what is in its sight? More likely the archer, in his aim. At last, he will embellish revenge. It’s not his choice, the flight to abate, The target chosen as if by fate. The arrow its damage, it will do. The deed is done, the archer is through. Now he can stop his honor less binge. Revenge was not the ultimate cure, For all the pain he had to endure. A forgiveness path should have been taken, A better path, be not mistaken. Love enters in to act as a hinge.