the bow is drawn
and the arrow straight
easy breathing
a heart lightly beating

release and hit the mark

the sun was bright
and the air was cool
a heart of might
with a mind of a fool

the season changed as they do
and snow soon came to fall
the world was then rearranged
with then tone of a silent bell

a season of change
resumes again
with stars so high
against deep black sky
the moon is still
and peace returns
then why is it that we still kill?

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Ero, in the year 256 AF.