Arrow strung, heart beating
Arrow loosed, heart stops
Falling into pale hands of an Archer, Not feeling
Brilliant colors fall from still wings, to sink
To the Ground
Blinking eye, never supposed to blink again
Feathers like glass, transparent, stir
Wing beat, wing beat, it takes flight
An Archer smiles and looks not up
But down, to the Ground
Brilliant hues, mixed to black
Wing beat, wing beat, it dives
Down into the depths below
Arrow falls by her feet, never used
Quiver full, an Archer wanders away
Again
Arrow strung, heart beating
Arrow loosed, heart stops
Quiver always full in the end