My hair streams out mercilessly behind me,
Casting long shadows in my drift.
Allies surge
I spring to my feet
Dirt crunching in complaint
As I reach for my sacred bow.
One pull, one shot, that's all it took.
The pure yet deadly cry of my arrow
Stung the midnight chilled air,
Whistling past the leering branches,
Wilting leaves drop dead to the ground.
Hope you enjoyed my poem, and Happy Reading! xxx -by @dreamyme123-
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PoetryThis is a collection of poems written by me (@Dreamyme123) and my friend (@Miranda_Shadow). We hope you enjoy them, and please feel free to give constructive criticism, and tips! Thankyou, and happy reading! Xxx ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ By the way, we upda...
