An archer's life

**-_ An archer's life _- **
Draw out the bow
An archers life for me
Following flight of the arrow
Through good and woe
Dependant on King's penny
For these places I go
The death and death dealing done
The eclipse of moon or sun
All magics sundry come undone
Before the King's harsh rule
And by flight of the arrow
Going straight and narrow
To mark all who are waiting
For the dawning battle and quaking
Archer feels no fear
Strums the string tight
Gazes forward with clear sight
To point at which arrow will strike
Not dipping to the ground
Instead will lodge in man and beast
Cruel barb of arrow rip
Into armour and into flesh or gristle
Cares not who's body strikes
Poet adulterer or shop keeper
Priest saint or gambler
Arrow see not cares not
You are merely objects in a path
Between bow string and somewhere else
Unless you prevent completion of path
Become the transition point into which all energy is released.