archer
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Looking up
I will see
the Archer
high above me
his bow
pointing at me
his star eyes
staring coldly
fear
it surrounds me
as I flee
knees collapsing
Quickly I flew across the river
the grab the arrow
shot from my quiver
I wished my hide were like this stone
wich stopped the arrow quickly thrown
for tears do little to help with aim
