"Never mind... And never again".
Thiny hand slowly touches a Bow.
Arduous choice, painful sight, twisted way -
He submerges just deeper in a flow.
Darken flow.
Never feel, never say, never cry,
Never hear this song, see this glow.
Only wisper at night: "Well, goodbye".
No one tells wherever they go.
He and a Bow.
Pale fingers that fist brown wood.
Crimson blood lookes like beautiful rose.
It was time he first understood -
End of life is incredibly close.
So close.
"He has done it for you, do you know?" -
Bitter guilt overwhelms all your sense.
Wounded archer and his faithful Bow...
Broken Bow at his trembling hands...