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The Archer's Quivered Arrows
I've feasted at your table
Have tasted your sweet wine
Made love to you at midnight
Our bodies well entwined
But your heart is like a castle
Surrounded by a wall
Guarded by your archers
Who are at your beck and call
Each archer's quivered arrows
Have tips of poison words
Never know when they shoot them
Though every word is heard
If one don's their armor
They may miss their mark
If you forget to put it on
Poison always hits the heart
Say that you need no one
As you sit upon your throne
Thinking "I can rule my kingdom
So much better all alone"
Well, I've been in that castle
When I let my armor down
Just as quick you closed the gate
To protect your tarnished crown
Every refuge has a price
It's how much you want to pay
Life may have done you wrong
Still, you get older every day
You are not the only one
Who has lost at love before
So get your ass off your throne
At least open up that door
Copyright ©
Don Eissler
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