Archer
my fighting elf...

Another one of make things beautiful poems.
emerald green, oblong...

Each flicker of my eyelids
Each breath makes its entry...

Why are you calling to me
Your love for me is surpassed...

Fatalistic nighttime lover i am, my dearest man,
enchanting is what i am...

Standing at the peak of the mountain
staring down at your rebeling domain...

Tickling the emerald leaves out there
shining through your windowpane...

Who stands there so tall and proud
and leafed giant and branched lord...

Silver blossoms on a tree,
a tree that leads to fairies...

Glass clouds surround each person
as they primly walk through life...

Hidden from the cruel common treachery
held in the deep dark side of the bright moon...

In the lost pages of history
There lies a mystery in myth...