Arrows
Red hooded
archers fasten their bows towards the skies, piercing the pride of a vulture slain.....
& it was a revolt the people had wanted! Playing this war song to the beat
of a premature end, but how the soldier sneers as he strokes his puzzled chin. Weary of another battlefield barraged with bullet casings & bitter brews...
& so these fallen arrows retreat. Cast out like a scattered platoon in
defeat!
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