Archery Poem

~by Susallia Songbird~

Aiming at the mark that caught my eye
Sending my arrow up in the sky
Shimmering in the sunset as it went
Deadly will it be as I intend
Seeing down the endless pass
When my arrow drops at last
Plunging out of the air to the ground beneath
Only to make sure the mark will not leave
The arrow so fast the mark so slow
Piercing it in a destructive blow
The mark standing still, in choice
Death is upon me said his voice
Closing his eyes weary of the flight
And saw the day turns into night