As The Arrow Flies

Blind faith is idiocy wrapped up in a blanket...So I suppose I'm a comfortable idiot.

I'm shouting on the battlefield,

Long before had I dropped my shield,

Now all I can do is hide my cries,

Following the wind as the arrow flies.

As the arrow flies north, I follow it,

Leaving the arena far behind,

As the arrow flies north, I follow it,

Something telling me to inside.

As the arrow flies east, I follow it,

This arrow bewitched by some queer spell,

As the arrow flies east, I follow it,

Where it's leading me, I cannot tell.

As the arrow flies up, I follow it,

Climbing over hill and dale,

As the arrow flies up, I follow it,

Its motives hidden by a dark silk veil.

As the arrow flies down, I follow it,

At last my walk is meeting its end,

As the arrow flies down, I follow it,

This queer little arrow, my falling friend.

There, at the foot of the hill,

Right where the arrow fell,

I saw my reflection in a glassy pool,

And I knew what the arrow was trying to tell.

Author's Note

Okay. I had NO idea where I was going with this. I guess I was trying to show that if you have pure motives, the answer will reveal itself. Or something like that. *Hidden meaning alert!* Or maybe it was just my tired rambling...it IS really late, at any rate.

Reviews

[Hotwater]

I enjoyed this unusual read, it just makes you think and TRY do understand where your words were taking you and the reader. the last verse reminded me of the death of Robin Hood... his gave was supposed to be where his last arrow landed.
Thanks for the very interesting read.
*bird*

[Angel Bluestocking]

i like it. though i really didn't know what the person intended to do.
hehe~ i like the idea about mankind having pure motives. it shows clearly and nicely in this poem.