Archer of the HeartA Poem by Rikkevi Rue silly writing just for fun to follow where it leads... Archer
of the Heart 24
Oct 2010 Bow
she drew with sinews flexing flexing
her hickory hunter's harp harp
of the arcane fickle lover lover
with faith’s tender start start
like the sprout of a budding leaf leaf
on a tree so tall and stark stark
like the lonely stand of hickory hickory
limbs to make a harp harp
with the bowtips carved so sharp sharp
as the pain that squeezed her heart heart
with strings her fingers drew drew
like the hemp of a lovers harp harp
of the heart that strung her bow bow
whose winsome arrows sung sung
the low thrilled song of love love
swam the veins into his heart heart
of one shot by her Archers bow bow of
the arrows flew loves start. Arrows
of love that fled her bow bow of
an elfin maiden fairy fairy
from deep in a magic forest forest
hidden deep and dark dark
as the lonely glade inside inside
his heart in a distant land land
of the lost and sorrowed man man
was once a powerful king king
of many wondrous things things
like castles, motes and towers, towers,
fertile fields and flowers, flowers
grown and bloomed in love love
that lay in his tower above above
the daily push and shove shove of
the work to tend the fields fields
of wine and crops to yield yield
like love to her tender fingers fingers
guiding thoughts that linger linger
on those delicate strings. Flight
of her arrow feathers guided guided
true to his breast so bold bold
as the heart that beat inside inside
the chest of the King of All all
that stood below those walls walls
beyond her forest halls halls
within which creatures danced danced
for the dream of sweet romance romance
flown on the forest breezes breezes
tossed on the summer air air
that sang for a fairy maiden maiden
with the mystic light light
of the hallowed moon so bright bright
as dreams beneath the moon moon
with beams as pale as ivory ivory
as smooth as her perfect skin skin
that sang beneath his fingers fingers
that struck a perfect tune tune
that echoed in his castle castle
echoing the minstrels lute lute
that carried the song of beauty beauty
that bloomed across the fields fields
that stood before the forest forest
to which her lover steals Steals
her ardor steals her fire fire
that burned in his veins at night night
when the candles lit a light light
of the dreamlit fairies flight flight
to the hearth of his firelight burning name
that would later sing in legend legend
of a king whose love was slain slain
by the barb of a fairies arrow arrow
that drew his blood in vain vain
as the love of an elfin fairy fairy who
loved a man arcane arcane
as the whistley shadows shadows
in her forest lane lane where
she shot her lovers arrow arrow that
flew from the strings inside inside
her aching lonely heart heart of
a maiden stolen away away to
the castle cold and hard hard as
the shaft of her elfin arrow arrow to
keep his love forever forever
hers to keep apart apart from
his castles, motes and towers towers
keeping them apart apart with
each their lonely heart heart that her arrow tore apart… © 2010 Rikkevi RueAuthor's Note
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