The moment arrives; all is silent, except
For the rasping of arrow against bow
Tension looms in the night’s befallen fog
The heart’s desires are cradled at the target’s centre
A shot so close yet so far away
The archer’s ready for her uncertain fate
Night turns to day as the arrows shot flames of faith,
Only to be rained upon
Her heart’s now torn, deepened with scars of betrayal
The end is nearing and all hope is dead, yet she must go on,
She is nothing more than the half of a whole.
With all that’s left of her frayed spirit, she sends a final shot
With this, lies her only chance of happiness
It leaves on a journey, travelling through time
She cries into the pool of darkness, sorrow and despair
Praying to the skies above, asking for mercy
Each day passes as a piece of her dies
Still, she awaits an answer
The moment arrives, as arrow meets target
Heaven had looked kindly upon her
Light floods the skies and all darkness decease
She now stands tall, no longer afraid.
