He took his stance,
Legs spread apart,
Of fail no chance,
He has a heart,
And arms of strength,
His heart rate low,
And to full length,
He drew his bow.
He was away,
Away in a land,
Where time did stay
While he was grand,
Far away,
From life's true stress,
He stood there strong,
With great finesse.
He stood there posed,
Against the light,
The shadow showed,
His arrow's flight,
His heart it lifts,
A perfect shot,
He had a gift,
At what he'd got.
Hidden from harm,
No one could see,
He used my arm,
But he is not me,
He who is hard,
And strong and smart,
But this was his yard,
This was his heart.
Away from himself,
He's filled with strife,
This was himself,
This was his life,
He smiled a smile,
Of joy and glee,
As in such style,
He was set free.
And as it seemed no time went by,
The archer let another fly.
