The only path worth following
is that of an arrow.
Natural, raw, ever-changing
like the harrowing bolts of Zeus,
never hitting the same mark twice.
She splashes in the familiar,
ignoring the pleas to domesticate.
A father grows weary of adolescent behavior.
Free spirit guides her;
an internal arrow.
A warm glow surrounds the spirit;
enticing the light.
Apollo comes to a standstill,
momentarily captivated.
He watches her move effortlessly
as if she was gliding through the Heavens;
preparation for a life with him as a Goddess.
What began as a flutter echoes like a drum in his chest.
"I Love you"; his heart betrays his tongue.
The fateful words escape too quickly from his parted mouth;
he calls out to her.
She stiffens--
pins and needles up her spine,
a deer caught by a hunter, determined not to become prey.
In an instant it has been decided:
a metamorphosis occurs.
Her limbs bare the heaviness of the sacrifice
splintered wood devours her body
warding off all who seek to break the path of the arrow.
