The Archarcher

The arrow passes, swift and silent—
I almost said unwavering
frame-draggingBut then the floor nudged me, reproachful.

It doesn’t matter :

The arrow might slow,
it might shift,
it might curve ;

It won’t miss.

It will always at last
lead us to death.

 

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