Arching swiftly, its target unknown
A feathers shadow, it can only try
Piercing the heart, no more grown
The arrow pierces the soul
And touches the seed sewn
The blood drips a crimson blue
And no wind can it ever be blown
The arrow pierces to the depth
Of only one mans past
To reach a destiny of death
The bow releases a final fatal cast.
© BAS July 28th, 2008
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Proverbs 28
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