Willow Heart: The Book of Procrastination (Art Book 3)

Bowman's Greed (Not Art)

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Find the one who bound the bow,
Take their heart and soul in tow!
If the string is untwined,
May memories lost come to mind.

To shoot the arrow is to shoot the eye,
Blinded by rage it will not fly.

And shall the quiver be slung over shoulders,
The wielder with the courage to move boulders!

But seek the bow and its feathers,
You will never return to your fathers and mothers-
Tainted by power and tainted by greed,
The last bowman had decreed:

"Search not, seek not!
For the bow is tied up in a knot!
If thou shall scavenge and plunder,
I will have no choice but to strike you with thunder!"

Many had come and few have gone,
For thousands were lost from what he had done.
Soul of string and heart of wood,
If anyone may stop him only the craftsman could.

As the bowman lay,
Be it at the end of day,
The craftsman will stand against his might,
But in the end they refuse to fight-
If the bowman draws the arrow,
He will never see tomorrow.