The archer stands at the edge
Of the forest looking out over
The field. The wind is blowing,
The birds are taking off from
The fields. A deer stands within
Range. But it’s not game he’s
Looking for, he’s looking for
His lost love.
The archer stands at the edge
Of the forest looking out over
The field. The wind is blowing,
The birds are taking off from
The fields. A deer stands within
Range. But it’s not game he’s
Looking for, he’s looking for
His lost love.
Wordman of Alcatraz 