He was the proudest of them all,
The greatest of them all,
Until he heard of another
Who could bring upon his downfall...
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A Proud Archer's Tale
Poetry"....He drew up an arrow and drew up a bow, And shot all the beasts of the Forest Bleak. All heard of his skill, asked of his name, And haughtily he had said, 'I am Arrow.'" This is the tale of the proud great-grandchild of Artemis, who is known t...
