Man, I let this thing sink pretty far, didn't I?
Well, I've been trying to write, hoping to have some new stuff to show off, but so far, nothing much.
So, I think I'll put this one up:
Needs some work, mostly in the dialogue towards the end.
More to come, some old, and hopefully some new.
"Urban Archery"
The other day I was walking down the street
With a drum beat pounding out from my feet.
I was tired of listening to others!
I was tired of guarding my brothers!
Quiver on my back, bow slung ‘cross my arm…
Raging… In pain… Intent on doing harm
I strung.
I noched.
I drew.
I loosed.
I shot an arrow into the air
And where it fell I did not care!
I wanted the world to feel…
Wanted someone else to feel…
To hurt like I hurt.
To cry like I cried.
To feel what I felt.
To die, like I died…
Then Yesterday I saw my friend,
Sitting at the sidewalk’s end
His arm was wrapped up tight and in a sling.
“What happened?” I cried, “Who did this thing?”
He turned his head and looked into my eyes,
And managed to speak, on his second try...
“I had sat beneath an old oak tree,
And spoke to those who would listen to me…
“An arrow struck me from the air!
An arrow shot from-I know not where…”
I cried with him and said aideu,
And thought myself the more pained of the two.
For I knew his pain, I knew his sorrow.
But far worse than that… I know who shot that arrow.
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Okay, okay...
I wrote it for an assignment.
I didn't do that good, I know it, you know it...
Let's move on, shall we?
More soon.
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-Walker of Shadows
Hunter of the Hidden
Hero of Darkness